my first-ever canvas painting for this little suga’s nursery. the process taught me grace, discipline and a new understanding of sculpting words. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
the back story: if I’m honest, i was nervous to post this “permanently” on my page bc sometimes, most times, it’s easier for me to notice the wrongs and over criticize myself. isn’t that true of life - we, well definitely me, so easily look at the imperfections thinking “how will someone ever love this... why didn’t it turn out this way...” you name it! we focus so hard on our weaknesses that we so easily overshadow our giftings and the reality that we have much more beauty within us than we choose to recognize. a beauty that is generally seen from another’s eye, but not the mirrors ours reflect. i decided to post this because i want to remember. remember this revelation, this process and this specific painting.
when i gave this piece to my client-friend, she loved it. she actually preferred the differences of the lines and only saw its worth, not the negativity i captured. a lesson learned, and one that will continue with each passing day. so loves, take this as an encouragement that YOU, dear, are far more capable than you will ever know.
ps. if you read this entire thing, you go girl 🙃