I get some questions about my art:
And YES, it is mine.
I never use pictures from others page or site or free pictures pages…
Every single pencil line, paint strokes and color is mine…
It is my art,©️copyright orkidedatter.
I use a long time on one picture. I paint and draw. I paint and paint again and again and I draw a little bit more.
I use differences methods and tools.
In the end I am satisfied.
In the end I use a method «digitalprint» and on my instagram account @orkidedatter and blog you see digitalprint of my art.
As simple as taking a picture of my art and printing it out and it will last forever.
I wish for a geechee print printer…..but it is much expensive.
So, now you know more about my art and I think I keep some secrets about it tight to my heart…
One day I dream about a gallery show.
And, yes, all my words in my poems are mine too ©️orkidedatter ( if someone wonder)…
I just wanted to tell you❤️
A brush stroke
For every time she picks up the brush and looks at the colors in front of her, her heart will sing a happy song.
When she decides what color she should wear on her coat, her soul will rejoice.
As she lets brush and paint become one, her feelings of pain scream, and one brush stroke reminds her of what was.
She can have bright and happy colors, but still a shadow is thrown over them.
She can choose sad and dark colors and yet a shadow is thrown over them so they become even darker.
She can use the brush quickly with specific coats. Or use the brush gently with light movements.
For each brush stroke there is a feeling.
The more she paints, the more «she» appears in the games of color. Her innermost is reflected in what is painted in front of her.
She shakes her breath trembling and holds up what she paints in front of her. In a moment, a glimpse of the ghosts and a little glimpse of pain, she can see something changing.
She hangs up what she has painted on the wall. Take a few steps back and with admiration in the eye she sees the shadows getting smaller and the colors became clearer.
Can she master to let go…
Can she color over what was with new colors…
Can darkness brighten again…
What colors will she paint on her fragile wings that will learn to fly?
She wipes away some tears, tears falling from the depths of her heart and covering her soul with …