I love looking at this photoset that has been hiding in my drafts. I’ll never forget this day and hiding behind my flowers and concentration for what I believed would be the most vibrant, colorful thing anyone will see. Which later presented to me as a small little colorful bunch next to the tall magical pieces created by others around the room. I carried the memory and internal criticism with me to a later paint night, which left me furious with my inhibition to merely create.
In the next month, I’m gonna dedicate my time to going outside of my normal (whatever that means in 2020) and lean into some things I wouldn’t usually do. I may not know what that looks like yet, but I’m confusingly excited. Please hold me to it. And whoever else reads this, I hope you do the same.
[ thank you @im-anew for this 💐 ]
