What first comes to your mind when you imagine a perfect little English village? Flower gardens and golden stone buildings? Churches, castles and bridges? Market squares and stunning countryside?
Years ago, in 2004, early in my painting journey, I stumbled across an image of a beautiful, Medieval, English village that immediately grabbed my attention and pulled me into its historic charm.Its stunning honey-coloured houses built of Cotswold stone, the old stone bridge over the curving Bybrook river and the 13th century St. Andrew's church nestled against the backdrop of trees was an idyllic representation of one of my favourite parts of this stunning country. Nestled on the most southern edge of the Cotswolds, home to the most beautiful cottages and villages in all of England, Castle Combe captured my heart and ignited my creative spark.
This pretty little town would become my next subject, my next acrylic landscape painting. Having only returned to painting in 2020, this painting presented many a challenge; water and reflections, clouds, perspective and depth and colour mixing. I took on the challenge with excitement, some frustration and much perseverance. In the end I was very pleased with the outcome I had achieved. I signed it, framed it and proudly hung it in my home where I look at it every day. I dreamed of standing in that little village surrounded by its beauty and hoped to one day visit.
Years later, when we took our little family to England on vacation in 2013, I was determined to find this charming village. I could no longer remember the name but I didn't give up. After numerous image searches, web pages and rabbit holes I finally found it. I would soon be standing in the very painting I'd created years ago.It was a surreal moment walking down the path along the river, looking at the bridge with the church's spire shooting up behind the buildings. This summer, the water levels were low. Some local fisherman were seated in chairs on the rivers bed, rods in hand waiting for a bite. The sun was shinning and the stone homes stood proud and strong as they had for hundreds of years. The flowers bloomed, the roads were quiet and I felt blessed to be there.
What started as a painting and became a dream would become reality.
I had come full circle!
I bounced up onto the bridge and posed for a photo in the ever-so-familiar scene that captured my heart so many years ago.
Is this my best painting? Skillfully, honestly no. Is this painting special and loved as it is? Absolutely! I could let my inner critic and perfectionism steal the joy this painting has given me by analyzing all the ways I'd improve it now, but I choose to look at this piece with love and pride.
What I see, what I feel and what I remember from that day on the bridge is priceless and perfect just the way it is.
It holds a piece of my H'Art and Soul.





