This photo is not from the bunch I chose as a top pic to share, however, I didn’t want to scrap it. When I look at this picture, I feel joyful and proud of myself with my art on display… especially the one I’m holding (I’ll get back to that in a minute).
My first real paint strokes were in 2004 when I took a painting class for a college elective. At the time, I was not happy… quite miserable actually from self-inflicted emotions that started a long list of situations I should’ve handled better and felt the consequences of it all years down the road. Long story short, the root of it all was that I was completely close-minded about my first relocation to Houston in 2002 and didn’t see the opportunity of a new environment that was in front of me. I grew tired of feeling depressed and angry. I prayed for a solution and got to work on myself. I took a painting class as part of my decision to move forward, take control of my perception of life and do something I’ve always wanted to do. At that moment, I fell in love with creating art.
I kept it to myself for a long while and painted occasionally, with only a few people discovering my passion, until 3 years ago when I picked it up again and started to share it on social media. After having my son, and dealing with such a traumatic experience, I was determined to get back to doing what I love and make it a priority. All of the paintings you see in the background are the direct result from that decision.
In the last 1.5 years, I taught 4 paint classes. For two of them, I taught the image I’m holding in this photo, which I did in 2008. Back then, I had no idea my love for art would turn into what it is for me today, but I’m glad I never let it go. One day, I look forward to seeing my art in other peoples homes, but for now, I find joy in the beauty that was birthed from triumph.
What gifts do you have waiting to be given life? What brings you joy? Please share below.
Peace and Love!
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