After I earned my Bachelor of Fine Arts from Indiana University in 1971, my husband and I went off to minister the gospel to college students.  I carried my sketchbook all the time until I had babies, at which time there was no longer any room in my lap for the sketchbook. So I took 35 years off to be a wife, mother and missionary. 
I guess I “forgot I was an artist”.

I realize now that I am painting again that, although I was not actively painting, my eyes were open and I was absorbing layer upon layer of images.  I savored the beauty of God’s universe, stared at it, meditated on it, drank it in, stored it in my memory, unaware that I would be painting it one day.

I am learning to paint from life or photographs and choose shapes and colors to make an intriguing composition.  I like recognizable subject matter, but I don’t fuss.

Ultimately I realize God has given me this ability and I hope to honor Him with all of it.

My joy is in watching the painting develop to a stage at which I can say:  I like looking at this.