ABOUT.
Sheila Boyd - SB Originals is owned and operated by Sheila Boyd, who is also the artist and creator. Services provided are private and public paint parties, direct sales of original paintings, prints, downloadable art and photography.
Sheila Boyd is a local artist that brings the world of art and the beauty of this earth to you through original paintings, photography and paint parties.
Her works will beautify any home via art or photography on metal, canvas and frameable prints.
Sheila also hosts private and public paint parties to share her love of painting and joy with others.
Sheila Boyd is a local artist that brings the world of art and the beauty of this earth to you through original paintings, photography and paint parties.
Her works will beautify any home via art or photography on metal, canvas and frameable prints.
Sheila also hosts private and public paint parties to share her love of painting and joy with others.
MY STORY
On January 1, 2011, my second life began. My husband fell ill with the discovery of a very large brain tumor and from that day on, I would become a caregiver. I learned to wear many hats as I cared for my husband, worked full-time and raised my three young sons. Over the course of the next several years, my husband would have seizures, brain damage, more tumors and eventually be diagnosed with dementia. He has battled seven brain tumors since 2011. The most recent in 2024. The entire tumor was not able to be removed with brain surgery and Bob also suffered a brain hemorrhage in August 2024. Bob has also been diagnosed in 2023 with Stage 4 Cirrhosis of the Liver.
Since 2011, I focused solely on my family, my caregiving duties and being the primary breadwinner of the household. In the process, I burned out. About five years into caregiving, I fell into a dark place. I sought help and resources and soon learned I had completely lost myself. I could not remember who I was or who I had been. This is what led to the stress and burnout.
Over the next few years, I worked to find myself again. It was not easy. I was broken. In exploring different ways to find myself, I went back to the world of fine art. I had created in the fine arts in my younger years, but when I became a graphic designer, I gave up the world of fine art. It was time to find that world back again.
I set up a small studio in my home, picked up a brush and put it to canvas after over 20 years. It felt right. I found myself again. I start with a blank canvas, no plan and just paint to heal.
In 2022, I hosted my first paint party. It was truly rewarding to share the process of painting and self-appreciation with others.
Before my father passed in 2016, he gave me some great advice for a fulfilling life. “Do what you love and share it with others.” I want to share the excitement of painting and the joy of creating art.
Since 2011, I focused solely on my family, my caregiving duties and being the primary breadwinner of the household. In the process, I burned out. About five years into caregiving, I fell into a dark place. I sought help and resources and soon learned I had completely lost myself. I could not remember who I was or who I had been. This is what led to the stress and burnout.
Over the next few years, I worked to find myself again. It was not easy. I was broken. In exploring different ways to find myself, I went back to the world of fine art. I had created in the fine arts in my younger years, but when I became a graphic designer, I gave up the world of fine art. It was time to find that world back again.
I set up a small studio in my home, picked up a brush and put it to canvas after over 20 years. It felt right. I found myself again. I start with a blank canvas, no plan and just paint to heal.
In 2022, I hosted my first paint party. It was truly rewarding to share the process of painting and self-appreciation with others.
Before my father passed in 2016, he gave me some great advice for a fulfilling life. “Do what you love and share it with others.” I want to share the excitement of painting and the joy of creating art.
