The past few years I had the ache to create every now and then. But most of the time I didn't follow this ache.
Ignoring that inner voice often led me to confusion and negative feelings rather than good ones. My heart felt empty and I didn't know how to fill that emptiness.
I compared myself to others forgetting that everyone is following their own path. That everyone walks at their own pace.
When I picked up a paint brush again a few days ago, I tried to let that inner voice guide me.
I filled the empty canvas with all shades of blue running wildly along the edges - flowing, moving, dancing. The painting embodies the place I feel most alive at: the ocean. Sand between my toes, breathing in salty air. My hair tangled up by the wind.
When I paint I feel free. There are no rules. I find myself drifting away, falling into a trance where time doesn't exist. 🎨🔮🌙