Even when the hands have been still for months.
Even when the heart has been carrying more than it can say.
Today, one brushstroke became another, and somewhere between the black ink and a red flower, I found a little piece of myself again.
Perhaps we never really lose the artist within. Sometimes, she is simply waiting for us to come home.😌
Today, I mark the 25th year of my dad’s absence. This painting came from a place of remembrance, love, and a quiet cup of tea shared across time.🤍
I began this new year quietly- with bamboo and a passing dragonfly.
Bamboo bends, but does not break.
The dragonfly reminds us to notice light and gentle moments along the way.
May the year ahead be steady, kind, and peaceful.
Happy New Year!🎋🦋
🐴 This painting feels like a self-portrait in equine form… mane flowing like ink, spirit untamed!
And complete with my ever-so-slightly crooked seal. Because sometimes, beauty leans into imperfection.💚
I hope this Christmas brings you calm hearts, love around you, and joy in the small things.
🎄Meowy Christmas, everyone!💚
“May you be like this cat—beautiful, strong, and effortlessly classy.” ✨🐾 [www.newbloggycat.com]
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