I always had a knack for art. Ever since I can remember, I was drawing and doodling on any and everything in site. When I was in elementary school, I won numerous art shows. I even had a piece of my work displayed in an art museum for an entire summer. In high school, I had a close friend tell me I would never get into art school because I wasn't good enough. That's when I stopped drawing. In those adolescent years, it is vital to have love and support. I didn't have that. I didn't believe in myself, so I gave up.
Fast forward 7 years, I had a boyfriend that was aware of my previous interest in art, so he bought me a canvas, paint and other art supplies for Valentine's day. I was so happy. I was so grateful, but I never used it. Two years later, long after he and I had broke up, I was moving and found all the supplies he bought me.
On May 24th, 2014, I decided I would give it a try and the rest is history. The picture above is my first original painting in adulthood. It was a mess lol. I started painting with watercolor, but I ran out of paint and didn't want to go to the store, so I finished with acrylic. As the painting started drying, it was cracking. I was so sad. I felt as if i failed.
After looking at it for a few days, I fell in love. I realized that the painting was like my journey in life. Starts off with a great vision..as things progress everything looks perfect.. then things appear to be falling apart.. you do everything you can to make this "pretty picture" you once envisioned, but it doesn't come out that way... after the dust settles, you find that your imperfection is what makes you beautiful.
This painting means the world to me. In 9 days, it will be two years since I've created it. I will celebrate. Why?
Because life is good. God is good. I'm blessed.