My showcase was last night. It was awesome! I had so much fun! Displaying my art to virtual strangers was wonderful. Being able to tell "my story" was very satisfying. Words seem weak. Can't really describe the feeling except to say, "I make a difference". Making a difference in a world where there is so much wrong going on is .... no words to describe. Speaking "my truth" is very healing, very touching, very human. The other artists were amazing. The bonding which took place was breath taking. But I also learned, being an artist consumes so much of a being. Working full time and putting on a showcase was time consuming. I want to praise all the artists/painters who do this for a living. Magistic. It totally wore me out! Yet, it was worth every second, every minute! The best part was having my family/friends support me with love...and being so proud of me. Ego I guess. But I would rather look at it as just love. Being a victim of domestic assault, the ego wants to jump in there and claim "fame", but me, as a human, only desire love. Forgiveness is a major part of my art; yet, awareness/enlightment, knows the difference. So here's to everyone who supported me last night....a big hug and a very big thank you! I love you guys!
