It takes time to realise that you are a masterpiece, a walking canvas; art increasing intricacy with every breath.
It takes time to understand that art is not subjected to one medium at a time and no painting was ever too large.
That broad hips and smalls breasts and no breasts and no hips and high tummies need not be italicized, underlined and bolded to prove any points or state any clauses.
That commas were always symbols of pauses and not failure to arrive at the end.
Instead, stop at the end of sentences, remove the noose and bound your wrists to make only what you believe to be art.
Break nothing but silence.
Ascend above ambivalence only focus on accepting yourself.
What, a transcending mindset it takes to realise that not being able to afford high quality art supplies does not make your artwork less valuable.
We already have cages protecting our hearts, allow yourself to be vulnerable.
Love as though your life depends on it, give love as though there's no hurt in the world, expect nothing and accept everything that is given to you.
A canvas doesn't get to choose the painting.
An Artist never really picks supplies, we walk through aisles and they call out to us, begging for our stories to touch them.
It takes time to realise that everyone we come into contact with is a canvas, hanging in an aisle begging to be touched by the brush that is our love.
