Three years ago i put the steps in the right order before I began my climb. At 45 I held my 1st art show and was tenderly cradled in love, acceptance and admiration beyond belief. The energy I used to fight the demons of my past was now before me in vivid colors placed upon canvas.
I wanted to be the colors that brightened the world, the smile that ran across people’s faces, the funny on the darkest day, the strength which no storm could break, the hands which gave unconditional love, the safe spot where secrets were sacred, the ME that only i could be. I wound up being colorful mis-matched pieces of my life.
Reinventing my, “self,” meant looking in the mirror and defining my self not as a lowly, worthless waste of human being, but inhaling the beauty of the sparkling champagne sun and realizing that love lies hidden amongst the leaves I never played in. In the strong strokes and black edges which define my art. I have something great to give back to the world-ME.
