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I think I fell in the paint as it falls in religion. In my heart I've always been drawn to the tables, with beautiful colors and especially oil painting. I often asked myself: «What I know to do that, it went no farther, it seemed so unattainable for me.
It is true that I was onboard early in the responsibilities of life. I had my son at age 17, I was already working, our daughter was born nine years later. As hoteliers, we worked hard and had little room for recreation. My married life and my life as a mother, are more of a fairy tale, but the rest… A rocky road shall we say! In September 2oo8, I went quietly to a bad pass, I realized that I had to find an activity, something just for me. For some time now, I thought about painting, but I was still very tired. One day the chance (which I no longer believe much I admit) told me only 200 meters from my house, there was an art teacher William Castano, recognized painter, who taught group. He was there all ready for years, I had never known, plus I could go on foot, was a sign, I signed up. The first day I find myself with the ladies of my age very nice, I tell them about my problem to make it clear, everything went well. The court begins, we take our business, I have a small canvas on my easel. The teacher came to me and said: «Chantal, the first courses were painted on paper, not on a canvas, you might spoil it. » I responded: «i William when I do something, I do it well or I do not do it, I do not want to paint on paper, canvas is a regular, if not beautiful, I throw. » Feeling my determination, he agreed. The finale was amazing, both for him and for me it was not that bad, I kept it. Progress continued from week to week, it is true that I worked hard. I let myself into the trap of passion, I think she was already there, I just had to relight the flame. When I paint I The sensation of being in communion with myself, I would say even in communion with my soul. Sometimes when I find myself in a difficulty, if I manage to forget me, I feel a part of me, will dip into the memory of a distant past where the solution and it appears, obvious. I feel that painting helped me make peace with myself and I reconnect to my inner self. I chose Oil stinks, but it is generous, smooth, shiny, you can mix colors and create different shades. It's like cooking, the mixture of flavors, I am a very good cook, I love to cook, but I confess a bit less since I paint. As you may have noticed, I am fascinated by the scenery, I hate it. Some places, I plunge into total communion with creation is something deep and magical for me. You have seen, how I paint landscapes, very clean, neat, well cared for. When I paint, it's not my maniacal perfectionist side that comes out, I thought at first, but I realized that it goes beyond that. I feel today that this is reflected in my paintings is the world as I wish it were. I have always dreamed of a marvelous world where all men are equal in their dignity respected, where everyone has a place. I dream that one day there is more poverty, more war, more children die of hunger. I dream of a world where people can live in peace, harmony, and where everyone can enjoy the beauty of things. I dream of a world where love would be the first place, and where every man understand that when we leave the earth at the end of life, the only thing is that you take with it the love the one you received and the one known to give and nothing else. I think if people understood it all really, it could change the face of the world. I feel more and more, I realize that when a painting, I put all my love, whether to offer someone in particular or to express the same thing. Sometimes I think, a painting made with love, hang on a wall even in a family of strangers, may be able to convey the positive energies that could spread into homes. If you subscribe to my comments put all your love in your stars and you'll be happy with someone. It may sound pretentious, but it is not at all on the contrary, I know I risk the writing, to appear a little ridiculous in the eyes of some, it does not matter I take the risk, at age 57 can afford to say things that we would not have said 20 years. I feel in my heart, that painting gives me on the way, as if life me opened wide the doors to another world, a hidden world which had forgotten the colors. Today I'm driven by this passion, I can not stop, I think it's my road and I must follow. Lead me where she? I do not know, I wish from the bottom of my heart, it would open the doors to a place where I can give what I have the best in me, to people who really need. This dream is the deepest, oldest, I did not always achieved. I would say to those who have the patience to read me, do not be afraid to have dreams and try to achieve them, still believed in your lucky star, do you ever say that you are not able Try not to feel guilty, you're guilty of nothing except choosing a parcour sometimes too difficult. We are, but we do not always know, responsible for much of our destiny. The tests are there to make us grow when we realized that it is easier to cross. |
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