This painting is titled “Beautiful Mistake”. I started this painting, maybe three or four years ago, when we were still in Misssouri. For about 3 years, I got together with around ten to thirteen ladies every Tuesday morning to do art together. It still is one of few things that I miss terribly from our time there. The ladies were, unknowingly, part of my lifeline in getting through an incredibly difficult time in my life. And, I will be forever grateful for it and them. It was in this class, this painting got its beginning, then it came home with me to be finished, where the mistakes began. One layer after another of paint that just wasn’t working. I continued to try and remove what I could of what I was unhappy with , and then layer over it with more and more intense color. All the while thinking I was just making a mess that would eventually be trashed, or at least stuck in a drawer somewhere out of sight and maybe someday I’d use it as a reminder of what not to do. Then it happened, the last layer of background was put in and dried, and I decided to go ahead and paint the flowers. I’m glad I did. I ended up loving it! But, I didn’t think anyone else would like it. I showed it to my daughter, Haley, and she loved it too. I matted and framed it, and it now resides with her.
It happens, more often than not, that our mistakes and bad choices, whether intentional or unintentional, usually, bring us, at best, unpleasant consequences. And, unfortuantely, sometimes, lifelong regrets. Unless, of course, we are one of “those people” who have a perpetual horseshoe up their butt.
I believe, that this is just a fact of being mere mortals, imperfect and yet, still beautifully created. Created with the resiliance and ability to take our mistakes, bad choices, and regrets, and somehow, in spite of, or even because of, the pain, the grief, the unpleasantness, we can, layer upon layer, fashion something unexpectedly beautiful.
I’m thankful for the beauty that has come from the ashes.