Why does this always happen to me? Why do I always let it happen?!?
I’ve spent the last 7 months on this strange hiatus from my painting. I took little to no interest in it, my motivation and focus was dwindled…I kinda thought I’d stop caring. I reached a mental/creative brick wall, the kind where I was only building “skill” but not “growing” as an artist. So, I placed it all on shelf. But I can feel myself being drawn back to it…it is stirring my heart. I’m...
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:...– Charles Dickens I love, love this quote.