I’ve been keeping all my paintings (old and new) though these are just my practice projects. They’re special for a simple reason that I put time and effort in learning color mixing, shading, techniques, and many to mention. I still have a loooooong way to go, but I’m excited for any small improvements along the way. I dream of continuing to paint even if I will have my own family someday. To have a workshop at home with my kids is a dream I pray will be granted. I didn’t receive much support for my creativity while growing up. No harsh feelings though that’s just how it was. I remember nearly crying when my late father hung one of my paintings in our living room and how proud he was for me. That gesture meant everything. I am so grateful for my parents and I love them so dearly. One day, I will be a parent myself —imperfect, but loving, and loved. I can’t help but ponder these thoughts: If I am called to a life of marriage, what kind of mother will I be?...
~art, books, and my constellation of thoughts~







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