I never imagined having enough fine motor skills to use ink and fine detailing brushes. Ink runs and spreads in seconds and fine (thin) brushes could easily snap between my chunky, moving fingers but I am surprise none of this happens to me. I feel totally immerse by the experience – this delicate medium is delightful. The brushes are special to me because they were my Dad’s – I get the sense he would be proud to see how much I am using and admiring his paint tools. Being able to explore with ink and brushes has taught me things about gentle lines, shapes and movement. My hand relaxes and my mind delves into my peaceful world. Since moving house last October I have found my creative juices to be pouring through beautifully – it is like being on a new planet. The painting above is an inspired piece of a gorgeous dog, who resides in the same building as me. Bobby is a 3 year old labadoodle and is a therapy friend for children who are unwell. When I see Bobby and he sees me – our connection is real and no barriers between us. I instantly feel the urge to know I’m safe and loved.
Melinda Smith 