While I spend these days uncovering the residents of each closet and cabinet in every room, I found my paintings. Finished and unfinished. There are lots of unfinished canvas waiting to be noticed and yearning to be completed.
It was painful to see them. You see, I stopped painting. It was only yesterday during a conversation with a good friend that I opened this up.
I was supposed to commission a huge artwork, a 150 x 200 cm canvas for a lobby of a known, international luxury brand. It was agreed, so I bought the materials until I was told at the last minute that they made a unanimous decision that a known artist should create the masterpiece for them instead.
I find it really hard to paint since. I tried going back, in bits and pieces and then life happened, motherhood happened and my small work space has been converted to a nursery.
This de-cluttering and moving is literally therapeutic. I had to answer the question, "What will I do with them?" My art materials, my easel..honestly, I can't bring myself to let them go. I then mustered the courage to start selling some of my work. I started posting them on Facebook and part of the sale will be donated to an orphanage in Coron.
Looking back, I'm thankful it worked out differently, because that simple rejection opened up a lot that led to a better change in me.
Final decision, I'm keeping my tools and brushes and easel. If I were to paint, my goal is to help sponsor a child for any sale that I make in my art works.
Love & light,