Blog the other way — covid-19
de mon coeur (from my heart)
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My creative expression is intuitive, as you know, so sometimes, I end up painting messages to younger versions of myself to help them understand that the mistakes they think they made, or the path they chose, was just fine because it all made me the person I am right now. A person I love more than anything or anyone. And I believe that more Black womxn and girls need these messages.
Everything must go?
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I want to create dope art. I want all these sacrifices to mean something. And to be honest, so far they haven't. Y'all. Can we talk? I am an entrepreneur. I'm also a creator. I'm also a podcast host. I am also a freelance editor. I am someone's auntie (and I am THAT kind of auntie), someone's partner, someone's best friend, someone's sister, and nobody's fool. I quit my job last December because I wanted to chase my dreams, and somewhere in all that chasing, I left myself behind. What I'm saying here is, I was so ready to leave...
When Art is Therapy: My Inner Child confronts a monster
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I had trouble with this piece for sure. I doubted my inner child's choices and methods, I made excuses for the parts of her that were being represented. I felt it unfair to paint her this way. But in allowing it to happen, surrendering to that child's truth, I've been able to see all of us in a new way. And I'm grateful.
Why journals?
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Today is journal day, and I figured I'd write a little about them while I wait for UPS to deliver my new inventory. I have been a journaler since I learned to write. I carried a notebook and pencil with me everywhere I went, and wrote my first poem after my father died in '91. My life was hectic and tumultuous, but when I was reading a book or writing out my feelings, it brought me a level of solace I couldn't find anywhere else. I used my allowance each week to troll office supply stores for the newest, fanciest,...