My first harvest basket

This is my very first watercolor (as an adult anyway). I started oil painting when I was 6, though most kids start with watercolors, the order is reversed for me. I hope people will love him as much as me. He really inspired me to keep going with watercolors. This was the first answer to a spark of creativity that's been dormant for many years. The beginning of blessed journey.

There's not much of a story here. I just wanted to honor the moment. A little girl in a big ol' world.

My Mom's pet rooster went missing, so I painted this for her to remember him back. Two weeks later, he showed up on her doorstep. Fit as a fiddle.

I spent a summer in Peru in an effort to get clean water to children. At the time, the statistics on child mortality were staggering, mainly due to a lack of clean water. This is a painting of one of the children living so remote in the Andes that all they have for food are potatoes and the occasional alpaca meat. One of my colleagues there grew up in a similar community and somehow managed to go from her native tongue of Quechua, to Spanish, to English and then got a Master'

My First Watercolor Landscape (Oils are my usual medium)

As I was sitting in my freshly manicured lawn, in the bosom of my quaint and lovely neighborhood, a former inmate walked by who lives in the nicest house on our street. Legislation allows gorgeous 6-bed homes in child-friendly neighborhoods to become half-way homes for newly-free, recently incarcerated people. It happened when I and another neighbor were newly post partum and each had 3 little boys, our other neighbors were also in a vulnerable stage of life, being elderly. Y