I had always wanted to paint something with oil, water or anything. I’m not professional painter ..I found a color by number kit somewhere at the mall or I ordered it. I painted this last year when I lived temporaly in a house I call *The house of horrors. Too long of a story on how I ended up living there with this mean old lady. For a long time I despised old people I thought they were all fake acting like helpless victims outdoors and turning into Linda Blair in the exorcist behind closed doors. I needed to do something to keep my sanity and so I bought the paint kit. I would paint everyday before and after work. I think it took me 3 months to complete the picture.

Had I not lived in the house of horrors I probably would of kept procrastinating my dream of painting a picture. The painting was so therapeutic. When you are at your lowest do something you’ve always dreamed of doing. It may not change your situation but one day when you look back you will say: “When I was weak I was at my strongest. Whenever I look at the painting it reminds me of how strong I really was. Now if I could just find a frame..I will gladly hang it up.