As a young girl I sat next to my mother as she painted on canvas with oil, crafted, sewed, cooked and many many other things.
She taught me patience. She taught me how to finish something and also how to walk away when you could do no more.
At age 15 I remember starting an art class at school. I would come with homework in hand. How do I shadow? How do I show perspective? How do I create from nothing? She would sit and teach me everything she knew.
My father in turn would provide us with endless trips to amazing picnics and hikes where we would hunt butterflies, pick wild grass and flowers only to come home, dry them and then create amazing shadow boxes.
Fast forward through all these years of artistic exposure. I was given the opportunity in 2019 to leave my office job journey of 20 years and pursue whatever my heart desired.
Oddly enough my art was still in the background of what I currently do which is healing the body through sound and vibration as a Biofield Practitioner. This is where my interest...no obsession with the body's energies and how they work come from.
One day, my brother was making soap designs and he said... "April! This would be so cool as one of your paintings!" Through this inspiration I worked and created things that I could not even imagine. My husband told me that I needed to make them my own. What does this mean? "They are my own," I thought. But he was right. They needed my touch, my obsession, my love.
All my life, my poor father was subject to my mother's arm whacking him across the chest on every drive. The words exclaimed were "BILL STOP!" When we heard these words and the wind being lovingly knock out of my father's chest we knew...mom saw a rock on the side of the road that she had to have! She brought all of these rocks to each and every home we lived in. She made rock gardens, rock pathways and small walls. It is no surprise to me that I have a love of rocks as well.
Combining my love of energy work with the energy I find in all stones, I now have paintings that are my own. Most all of my paintings are inlayed with beautiful semi precious gems and stones from all over the world.
Through the long hours of dedication from my husband and the endless time on my feet I continue to wake up every morning feeling like it is Christmas. I can't wait to go down into my studio and work, and it is not uncommon for me to disappear for 10 hours or more at a time.
Now as a grandparent I get to share this with my grandson. I hope to be an inspiration to him and my children as my mother is to me. I believe she is now resting in peace in nothing short of one of her great scenic paintings.