I think his death was one of the most devastating things I’ve been going through, and for two years I was in a kind of pause. I couldn’t do it, I wasn’t able to digest that kind of grief. I just lived life and put the pain away like it wasn't there. Until after two years something happened, I started to notice that I felt so much better being around my father’s easel and his paints.
And so I finally decided I wanted to start painting and so my healing journey began.
Hi and welcome to my new blog,
My name is Marielle, I’m from the Netherlands.
Together with my husband I live in Spain. We have two children, a daughter and a son. Only since a few years can I say “I am an Artist” without doubting my own words.
Art as my healing.
I started painting in 2016, at the age of 44.
It was more than two years since my father had passed away.
Being around his painting supplies was comforting and slowly I felt the growing need to start painting like he had done.
Finally I began painting with his paints which I had inherited.