Being creative feeds my soul

A couple of years ago I discoverd a real joy in art and painting. Since I can remember Ive loved crafting and art although I never persued this in a formal manner.
Dabbling through the years on occassion It crossed my mind Its something I could maybe do if I get chance.
Then I really through myself i to it buying lits of diffetent mediums to try and was almost obsessed, it was an escape a form of therapy to help get through the stresses of life.
But a couple of months ago I stopped, with little inspiring me I couldnt think of what I wanted to sketch or paint. Theres lots of tutorials and videos out there, but they are someone elses way there vision I wanted to find my own syle which is harder than you think.
I have a real fondness for peacocks I think its their rich colours and dominence and stature they command. A family member had posted a photo on social media of the local peacock at a country house near by, I had painted him before but this photograph was fantastic really capturing his mood. Every day I was thinking I need to paint that picture, i could see the colours I wanted to use in my mind...... this really was the first time I had an idea of how i wanted a painting to feel.
Mothering sunday came as a mother of five demanding children I decided to have a painting day to de stress and the results were one of my best pictures so far. I am an amature its not perfect but its me...my style not copied not influenced by anything other than what i felt and saw in my minds eye.