First Memory...

Poor poor Karen from Creative Therapy. I told her I was blocked and couldn't get anything done for the challenge. She asked me to try. I guess its a busy weekend for all the catalyst creators (do we have a title actually?) Anyway, I decided to try to work on that canvas I mentioned earlier that was giving me trouble. Not the pink background beach/centipede piece. No. The piece I was working on before I gave up and did that. (You can see on the piece where the transfer technique I tried failed. It left ink and whatnot all over the bottom pic plus ruined the look of the top pic, bottom right corner. I painted over it and kind of like it at least.) The topic for the upcoming Creative Therapy challenge is 'First Memory'. Here's my piece, and journaling. Be kind, I suck at painting so we've agreed to call it an abstract of the beach. I'm seriously considering lessons so I can draw and paint someday...

Journaling:
I think the first memories I have are from when I was about 2 or 3. I remember holding my mom's hand and walking up a hill lined with flowers. Mom tells me its the street our apartment was on in San Clemente, California. I remember lots of sun; we were probably heading to the beach. At the time I was an only child, my dad was stationed at the Marine Corps. base and we frequented the beach. I don't have many pics of my dad from that time because he was always behind the camera. He took the gorgeous photos used in this piece. I'm almost positive that those early memories fostered in me my overwhelming love of the beach. Oh, I don't like the heat, and I don't like to swim in the ocean. But I could sit on the beach all day and dunk my toes in the sandy water. And there is nothing like a sunset on a beach. Once you've seen one, I can't imagine how you would want to be anywhere else. I'm not really sure why I live in the middle of the country except to be near family. The beach is always calling to me. Someday I will answer the call and go live by the ocean.