Stepping up

Ninety-four. That’s the number of steps I walk up to get to the fifth floor of the mill where my studio is located. And when I leave, ninety-four down.

There is a freight elevator in the building which would be substantially easier. But that’s the point. It is the fact that it is difficult (I have to stop to catch my breath several times) that compels me to take the stairs.

Of course, it is my goal to not have to stop at all. That may be later rather than sooner, but hey.

In the meantime, when I get to the fifth floor, I am kicking ass. Painting, y’all.

It’s a well kept secret but my primary avocation is artist. I still recall being escorted to the principal’s office in the first grade. I wasn’t in trouble (yet, that would be the third grade) but rather there to show off my artwork. I still recall my crayon drawing—a colonial style house (like my friend Ann Sturton’s) with a sun in the right hand corner and a yellow wooden duck with a pull string on the front lawn.

I was also adept at etch-a-sketch, one of my prized possessions. My Grandpa Roy had been the engineer of a locomotive, so trains were my favorite subject matter. My Grandma Effie floated the idea of having me show off my skills at the local A & P. Nothing came of it but her confidence in my ability is something I shall always remember.

Once I got to college I majored in art. Initially I pursued graphic design but after a semester abroad in France (and my first exposure to some amazing paintings), I switched majors.

It was not a practical decision, but rather one from the heart. However, life has had it’s way with me and therefore I have only painted in fits and starts.

Five days ago I got my brushes out again and since then, it’s all I want to do. The astounding thing is, I am a better artist now than I was the last time I practiced my craft. After some consideration, I can only attribute this to confidence. Painting takes a lot of faith. You have to believe your eyes and trust your hand.

I am on a tear and my only trepidation is in regards to that thief, cancer. It is pretty clear to me that I am experiencing progression again. This is a motivator but also, understandably, a concern. I simply can’t stop now. Therefore, another exercise in faith. I have to believe that there is yet another therapy in the wings.

Any other possibility is unacceptable.

9 responses to “Stepping up

  1. Paint, that’s what matters!✊🏽❤️

  2. You are astonishing! That’s beautiful as is your spunk. Can’t wait to see more beauty emanating from you.

  3. Wow! Kudos!

  4. Your paintings are amazing 🙂

    On Thu, Sep 10, 2020 at 9:05 PM life and breath: outliving lung cancer wrote:

    > > > > > > > linnea11 posted: ” > > > > > Ninety-four. That’s the number of steps I walk up to get to the fifth > floor of the mill where my studio is located. And when I leave, ninety-four > down. > > > > There is a freight elevator in the building which would be substantially > easier. But that’s th” > > > >

  5. Do you sell your artwork?

  6. Linnea-
    So very happy you are painting again. You have such immense talent – evident to us all at an early age. I especially remember being in art class together in high school. The teacher would provide us with an assignment – most of us would approach the topic in a very straight forward manner. But you always looked outside the obvious, taking your work to another level, far superior and more creative than the rest of the crew. Can’t wait to see what you create over the next few months!!! ❤️

  7. Linnea Ericson Schordine

    Beautiful!

    Linnea (NY)

  8. Have thought about doing a few as a series and selling giclee limited edition prints? Dace Peace Be with You!

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  9. Absolutely love it! Have you thought about doing a 3 series and selling giclee

    Peace Be with You!

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