Brook & Bramble Art

This painting was created under very specific conditions: a ticking clock, borrowed space, and the imminent arrival of my gorgeous nibbling. Which meant I had one rule, it had to be finished, packed away, and my evidence of chaos erased before small feet and boundless enthusiasm entered the room.

So I painted fast. Too fast.

The path is… a choice. The perspective meanders in a way no real path ever would, unless it was actively trying to escape the landscape. It’s awful. Truly, unforgivably awful. My brain knew this at the time, but my brush kept going anyway, powered entirely by just keep moving energy.

And the colours. Oh, the colours. I was clearly in my “green is green is green” era, with absolutely no nuance or restraint. I’ve improved since then, not mastered it, not even conquered it, but looking back at this one now makes me wince in a very specific, deeply personal way.

It’s not a good painting. Let’s be clear about that. But it’s a real one. A product of a moment, a deadline, and the quiet determination to paint anyway.

And honestly? Knowing I cleaned up in time and got to see that gorgeous little human makes the awful path and cringeworthy colours feel… forgivable.