Good morning peeps!
I went for a walk last night
and as i walked,
this idea came to me.
Nothing genius, but isn't it funny how inspiration works?
I'm walking alone in the quietness of the evening,
admiring the moon & stars
and all of a sudden, in my head,
i see lines of words
coming out of a mouth...
Most of the ideas i get
for paintings or journaling
come to me when i'm walking.
I rarely sit in front of a blank journal page,
wondering what i'll do next.
i do however, have times where i feel
Like everyone, i suppose...
so a few random sentences from magazines...
deformed lips, yapping at one another... ;-)
a bit of contouring with charcoal, black marker & white pen...
more contouring and there you have it.
Not exactly as i pictured it in my head,
but close enough.
On another note,
i read something the other day
on Lisa Baldwin's ZEN AT PLAY
that i want to share with all of you.
I refuse to profit from the idea that you are broken.
You are not broken.
You are exquisite. Even in the places with the shadows.
Especially in the places with the shadows.
I will speak to your brilliance, your depth, your beauty,
because that’s what I see and know to be true.
Likewise, I refuse to profit from pain.
Especially the kind of pain that is manufactured in a sales page.
Speaking of sales pages… I refuse to write those, too.
Of course, I will tell you when I’ve made something for you. Of course.
And yes, I would like it very much if you buy what I make. Yes.
When you buy what I make, you help hold the space for me to make more, give more, explore more. As far as I can tell, that is a good thing.
And my hope is that you will love the thing I made for you much more than you loved the dollars you paid for it. That is definitely a good thing.
I want it to be because you’re motivated by curiosity and love, not because I shook you up with urgency-speak and fear, then pushed you to the buy button while you were still seeing stars.