There are moments in every day when our minds take us to a quiet place where we can shut out all the distractions, the negativity, the worry, uncertainty, doubt and fear. Everyone has a different escape. Mine is to paint. There is something so meditative to me about the act of painting itself. The simple gesture. The physicality and repetition of it. Mark making after mark making, soft blendings. The viscosity and smells of the oils.  It triggers something in me, shutting out all the noise of the day.
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There is always an element of risk when it comes to laying it all out there.  This is one of the many beauties and one of the many challenges of being an artist. Everything you have put your all into is completely out there, on display, fully exposed, like raw flesh, for anyone to tear into, misinterpret and dislike. This vulnerability is what I love about art. It really is a window into another being. It is such an honour to be able to glimpse through this portal, to see what moves others forward. A peek at their raw moments and unobstructed visions.
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I'd like to use this journal as a place to share how I've come to where I am, and where I am going. Part of this will have to include these little humans, because they are what has been driving me forward. Making me want to show them the best me. Show them what a strong woman can achieve. Motivate them to live their dreams, whatever that may be. I don't want to shape them. They're very capable of that. But I do want to show them what my dream is and what it takes to make that happen - HARD WORK!
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So, I am diving back in to what brings me joy, makes me feel like me. Something that has been right in front of me this whole f'ing time.  What I am good at, come on! I guess it took a few big life events, throwing some pretty solid punches my way, to set me back on course again. I have realized that it's really not enough to be doing this when I can fit it in, I need to make it my life again, to be whole again. Be me.
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