Finding Home: The Heart of My Art

On the outskirts of Wichita Falls, Texas, just south of the Texas/Oklahoma line, lies a place that holds the key to my creativity, my solace, and my joy—a place I am privileged to call home. Nestled amidst the sprawling landscapes and serene countryside, my country home is more than just a dwelling; it's a sanctuary that fuels my passion for art in ways words cannot fully capture.

From the moment I first set foot on this land, I felt a deep sense of belonging wash over me. The open fields, and the vast skies painted with hues of pink and gold—it was as if God whispered, "Welcome home." And in that moment, I knew that this place would not only be my refuge but also my muse.

You see, there's a magic in the stillness of the countryside, a quiet rhythm that echoes through the air and stirs the soul. It's in the gentle sway of the grasses, the symphony of crickets on a summer's eve, and the soft caress of the wind against my skin. In this tranquil haven, I find inspiration at every turn, each moment a brushstroke on the canvas of my life.

But it's not just the beauty of the land that inspires me—it's the sense of peace that permeates every corner of my home. Here, amidst the rustling leaves and the chorus of birdsong, I find refuge from the chaos of the world outside. It's a place where time slows down, allowing me to breathe, to reflect, and to create.

For me, art is not just about capturing what I see; it's about channeling the essence of what it means to call a place home.

So, as I sit here amidst the quietude of my country home, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of its embrace, I am filled with gratitude. Gratitude for this land, for this life, and for the endless wellspring of creativity that flows from the depths of my soul. And as I continue on this journey of art and discovery, I carry with me the knowledge that no matter where life may lead, this place will always be my true north, my anchor, my home.

💋 Trish