Back to the roots

Posted by on Jun 9, 2016

How Treespeake began…

‘And suddenly you know, it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of new beginnings.’  Eckhart Tolle

I wasn’t always a Devon-based artist. This blog is about how my family ended up moving to beautiful Devon and why I started painting.

Devon-based artist - inspired by trees and nature in Devon

A beautiful example of the Devon greenery

Relocating to Devon

I’ve always found change tricky so my relocation to Devon six years ago proved to be quite a challenge!

I was living in the area I grew up in and had been teaching in the same school for 9 years. If it weren’t for the move, I would probably still be there now. But what a perfect decision it turned out to be!

I have battled with panic attacks on and off for over 20 years – mostly due to being so adept at bottling things up I think! In fact, my mental wine cellar is pretty well stocked with some fine vintages! I’m not a tough cookie but actually, I don’t want to be and take pride in the fact that I’m a sensitive soul and a bit fluffy round the edges!

So, after hyperventilating myself all the way to Devon I realised that actually, this was a wonderful opportunity to reinvent myself. Not to change drastically, but to embrace the opportunity to reprogram a few things.  I had no job, no friends nearby and had left my parents two hours up the road. No more spontaneous cups of tea and heart to hearts with mum! But, I did have my beautiful children and husband (not so beautiful!) by my side.

He had this wonderful new job, but what was I to do? I remember trying to plan what I was going to do during the day. I couldn’t go far in case I felt panicky; thankfully Tesco was only 10 minutes away and there seemed to be a nice lady across the way to talk to (turns out to be the loveliest neighbour ever!) and a friendly looking couple next door (actually turning out to be the craziest, but sweetest neighbours ever)! The place felt good!

In between hours of perusing teaching jobs I thought about how else I could spend my time. Well, there was unpacking boxes of course and getting rid of cobwebs which, as it turns out, is pretty pointless because they appear again a few hours later adorned by a rather smug looking spider!

It was time to find a hobby.

To find out more about how I was inspired to start painting, please read my blog Planting the Seed.

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