She is the queen of her life

The news of Simone Biles decision to withdraw from the Olympic events really resonated with me and had me thinking a lot these few days. She is a strong woman. One who has worked hard and achieved a lot. With that comes pressure and stress. And expectations. With the whole world watching, she did the bravest thing possible. She stood up for her own needs. Do what is right for her. Even if it could mean disappointing those counting on her. It takes a lot of courage and self love to do that. I applaud her and thank her for the example. My inspiration. As a strong female, people always think oh, you can do it, you can recover, you can handle it. And it pushes me to keep going. But at some point, I do need to ask is this right for me? Is this good for me? Not others. Me. So here is my mixed media painting. She is the queen of her life. Thank you Simone. To all the strong women out there, I hope you too have the courage to stand up for your own needs. Re this piece. The girl is a magazine cut out. I used modeling paste to manipulate and change her dress. I love this piece.

She is ready

While cleaning the house, I found an old painting I do not like anymore. Decided to paint over it.

Took me a while to cover up the old painting. Kept seeing it in the shadows. Then struggled through a really ugly stage. Unsure of what will emerge. I worked and reworked. Walked away a few times and slowly over a few weeks she finally emerged. She is done. She is coming with me to New York. I will always remember the journey she went through. I too will be brave. I will emerge strong. And ready.

My first

I used to be a perfectionist. Still am but have loosened up a bit. And I only drew with pencil. Never colored or painted bec I was afraid the color would ruin my drawing. But one day I saw a mixed media class and decided I want to let go of my perfectionism. So I took it. And this was the first piece I made. I still remember struggling with how unstructured the class was. Wondering if the teacher even has a plan 😱 It was terrifyingly free and open. As I look at this piece I am grateful I took the class. I plunged into the uncomfortable unknown and just kept swimming 🏊‍♀️ this is what happens when you do a major decluttering of your house and keep walking down memory lane….

Here’s looking at you, kid

Really enjoyed making this piece. Started with pinks, purples and blues. It is only when I added the green that it popped and made me smile. Yes I love this piece. She is ready for the world and embraces everything about herself, imperfection and all. Here’s looking at you kid😉

It’s ok to take a break

I have avoided my art table for weeks… not sure why, perhaps been preoccupied by the unrealistic knitting project I set for myself😂 during this dry spell, the voice in me kept saying, you should be doing some art. Go paint something. You need to keep practicing or you will lose it. I gave myself pressure. But the other voice in me said, no. I just don’t feel like it. Not doing it. I am glad I listened to this voice and took a break. It is ok to take a break, even from things you like. Art is there for my pleasure, not the other way around. And today I finally felt like it. And it was fun. Now back to knitting .. I have a whole blanket to finish before daughter leaves for college in 2 months!!!!! And I just started 😱

Take the plunge

Take the plunge.:. Whispers my heart. And I listened. All in. Embracing what’s to come. It is scary, exhilarating, satisfying all at once. This is how I have always chosen to live life. I don’t know any other way. Sometimes I am rewarded with surprises and delights along the way, sometimes with surprises that hurt. That is life. And the only way I know how to live life.

Best for last

I love to paint eyes. Windows to the soul… and I always leave it to the last.. as I work through the painting… painting the eyes is like a little treat for myself… bringing her to life, making me smile.

How many of you do that too? leaving the best for last…

You just know

Sometimes I paint a piece and I am just not happy with it. I can’t put my finger on it. I would put it away and work on other pieces. One day I come back to it again and an inspiration will hit me and viola. I know it is done. In my eyes. This is the before. The one below is the after. Do you have the same experience?