Throughout my childhood, art was always an interest to me.
It started as my favorite subject in class and metamorphosed into a hobby I
thoroughly enjoy. I started to paint seriously starting at age 16. Since then,
I’ve spent countless hours practicing and playing with paints, pencils, chalks,
and more. My current favorite medium is watercolors.
This piece is entitled “Lonely House” and is an 8x10
watercolor painting. The content of this piece includes an older mobile home,
lit only by the porchlight and the earliest of morning rays. I spent 7 years
waiting for the bus right in front of this house. Most mornings, especially on
the coldest ones, this house was lit exactly how it’s presented in the
painting. Looking back, I feel nostalgia.
Everything about riding the bus was dreadful. There were
early hours, cold moorings and hot mornings.
The bus ride was long and slow, and it was taking me to a place I would have
preferred not to be. Even so, the bus stop was a calm, quiet place. I believe
this is why I feel nostalgic looking at this painting.
I’m not sure if anyone lived in this house after my 3rd
year at the bus stop. The porchlight was on, but the windows were always dark.
After my 3rd year at the bus stop, the dark red Jeep I would see
leaving in the morning never showed up. For 4 long years, that house sat, all
alone.
By the end of my 7th year riding the bus, I was
old enough to drive myself, so I stopped riding, and therefore stopped seeing
the lonely house.
Half a year went by till I went by my old bus stop again. I
was shocked to see what lay before me. The lonely house was gone. All that
remained was an empty plot of land and the slab of concrete where the old house
once stood. I still miss that old house and waiting for the bus every morning. It
was a huge part of my childhood, and now it’s gone forever.