That husband of mine. Has this gift of wanting to see the best in people and encouraging them to be their best. Not just encouraging but will obnoxiously (in the absolute best sense of the word) push you to get down to business! Ha, so I'm going somewhere with this... Art is in my blood, in my soul. I grew up in art studios. First handedly, as a little girl, watching, absorbing, in my opinion, some the best under rated artists of that day; my mom, my late grandmother Wanda Locke and Peggy Ratcliff. https://www.gwinnettdailypost.com/archive/margaret-ratcliff/article_fd41546a-4b35-552c-9f23-65ddd3067212.html Peggy along with my mom set up a little station for me, right by her. I spent hours drawing. It was all just so natural. Looking back at it now I realize how truly incredible it was to grow up with these types of creative influences. But life happened. I stopped drawing. I had friends wanting me to draw things for them and I denied having any such talent. 😞 Insecurity can do cruel things to people. Fast forward. I got a basic tattoo at the age of 20. I won't go into it but it has significance in the where and why I got it. That significance has dramatically changed now 20 years later. I felt compelled to update it to reflect the significance of my life today. Though I'm very rusty, I started drawing again. Still in the rough draft stage I will complete this. My husband's encouragement is right here helping me along the way. He doesn't even know. ❤️ #art #tatoo #soul (at Craig & Aly’s Pad) https://www.instagram.com/p/B71GEqmpIqy/?igshid=1c00l9qj7ncv1
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