The decision to be me sketch

How a impulsive decision can change your life.

On one warm August summer day in 1982, I got a ride home from the airport. I didn’t know then my future husband was besides me at the steering wheel. I had spent three long, boring weeks with my parents and other family members in Greece in holiday. It was so boring I can’t even remember where or what town it was. Prior to this ride home my future husband and me were good friends. At last day of school my fellow students and me went to celebrate the end of school at a restaurant. We had no other option as we studied to become sous-chefs, so no celebration without food. My classmates phoned their boyfriends and girls to accompany them. Not wanting to be the sad girl with no boyfriend, I phoned my best friend and within 30 minutes he stood besides me. So it will come as no surprise at the end of the night he was my official boyfriend. Bingo! I found a someone I can rely on.

Anyway, on our way home somewhere on the highway between Brussels and Antwerp all of a sudden, quite unexpectedly, he popped the question after dating for only two months. “Will you marry me?” I was 17, he was 18.

As I had no further plans, and being 1982 with the nuclear weapons looking over our shoulder ready to drop, I thought marriage would be a last thing to do before we all died. Yeah, I was a real beam of sunshine at the time. So my reply was very calm and controlled, “Yes”. Nothing more, nothing less. A simple yes, and we continued our journey to Antwerp.

Thinking back on it, my husband was a kind of knight, in not so shiny armor. He knew I lived in a controlling environment with hardly any freedom. Being the unhappiest 17 year old he had ever met, the only thing he could think of was marrying me to give me the chance to become a person, not and object to show. And of course he also loves me.

The happiest day of my life wasn’t that at all. My mother did her best to make everything picture perfect, but I felt neglected and just being there to play a side role in her story. So my wedding day didn’t go as the fairytale I was told when I grew up, but at least I had my knight besides me. Chances of me exploding at our wedding day was real as I was a ticking time bomb, but it didn’t happen. I really felt all the aggression building up inside of me, and the man walking next to me had the magic power of calming me down.

Yeah, bingo! I found the right guy for me.

The decision to be me.

Everyone knows getting married is a major step in our lives. For me it was a first step in making a 180 degree turnaround. Looking back at it, the awful day in June 1983 was the best decision I ever made, although it was an impulsive one. It was the start of a long road to live and not being lived. Every step I made walking the long and winding road, with many obstacles released me from some stones I carried with me from childhood, getting lighter every step. I got the chance to grow into the me I am now. Getting rid of the enormous ball and chain hanging around my leg. The ball and chain is long gone, but I’m still trying to let go of the past. But if it wasn’t for getting married to the guy who’s still at my side and supporting, me I would still be one miserable mess.

This little story inspired me to make “The decision to be me”. The bride cuts the string of houses which is a metaphor for the umbilical cord or ball and chains of my parents. You’ll notice, if you look very good, she is cutting the cord with one hand while the other hand is doubtful and holding it back. Cutting yourself free from a controlling upbringing isn’t the easiest thing to do. It’s scary, I felt small, and uncertain. But in the end I’m managing. The thing I would have liked to do was to cut up my awful dress, instead of the houses. But the dress that I hate like I hate walking in the poring rain, still is a symbol of me getting away of the situation I was in then. So I chose to use the string of houses to symbolize getting away from my childhood house. Me, cutting my way to my new life. Me, making the decision to become me.


You tube video the re-make of “The decision to be me”
What life changing decision did you ever make?

Have you actively made a decision that changed your life in any way? It can be a tiny thing with big consequences, or a big step with changes only you notice. Tell me your story because, we all have one. Everyone makes some kind of step that make your life go in a different direction.

I would love to hear your story.

With a hug and a smile 😊

Sabrina M


The fear of not being good enough.

I’m going to quote Brene Brown – “Shame is the most powerful emotion. It’s the fear that we are not good enough”

Reading this was hard. It had the same effect as rubbing salt into a wound. This hurt, really hurt.

I am the forever saying-sorry-person. When, or should I say, if I can get out of the house, I change my clothes at least three times. Because no matter what outfit I put on I still feel ashamed. I don’t start a conversation with anybody because I always feel such a bore. I follow my husband around like a sick puppy. And at conversations I nod like a monkey that gets a penny. I am so ashamed of myself its even hard for me to say it out loud because of what you might think of me.

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Collect lots of love as you pass by GO

How do you eat an elephant? One bite at the time.

Great advice don’t you think? But that doesn’t mean you can ignore the elephant. At the beginning of 2018, I had some dreams, not resolution but things I hoped for. Now, in order to get stuff and dreams going you need to act. Nothing comes by its self, right?

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Bound together

– Bound together – © Sabrina M – 2018 –

The have a dark skin but their names are Flemish.
A journey from warm beautiful Ethiopia brought them here.
Seen as strangers in the land they live in, seen as strangers in the land they come from.
They have one advantage, they are forever bounded to each other.

This is something I tried to show in this commission piece. The bare, misty Belgian landscape opposite the rock they float on. They float between their homeland and birth land.

Leave a comment and let me know how you feel about the image, about adopting or the love between a brother and sister. I’d love to hear.


A few days ago I came across some great music on YouTube. Well actually it was Vero that whispered it in my ear.

The artist is @Jorge⁠Millar with the song “Solitude” 

I’ve listened to it a few times now and it keeps popping up in my head. In Belgium we talk about an #earworm . I don’t know if it’s called that in English but you know what I mean. A catchy piece of #music that continually repeats in your mind.

So thumbs up from me 👍🏻

I found my image “Abandoned” really fitted the song. It’s a pity I haven’t got a speed edit of the image because Solitude would be a great background song.

Visit his account on Vero or many other spaces which you can find on his account here. Jorge on Facebook – iTunesTwitterSpotify

Solitude By Jorge Millar



The art of magic.


Some amazing things have happened to me over the last few years but I didn’t realize it, until now.

I started making my fine art composites as a means to release feelings that have been imprisoned in me for years and years.
In a very short time I started to change. No more angry and depressed Sabrina. Instead I found myself laughing, smiling, singing on a daily basis. I had a reason to live for the first time in my life.
Sounds gloomy, doesn’t it?
Well, I can assure you, it was.

And then the magic happened.

I had my first show and a small amount of people loved my work. They could relate to it and felt what I had suppressed for so long.
Great isn’t it?
But that wasn’t the magic. In time I had more exhibitions and met more people and the magic is the power my work has on people opening up to me.
They started sharing their stories pains and struggles with me. So by showing my feelings to the world it helped kindred spirits to open up to me, telling me things they have never told others.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m saving all those lovely souls. But by taking that first brave baby step of sharing their emotions, they take a massive step forward.
All of this have resulted in a series of amazing conversations, sharing love, listening, crying and laughing and the very important feeling of knowing you aren’t alone and there is always a person who understands your mess.

But it doesn’t stop there.
there is another kind of magic at work, predestination.
Something that never crossed my mind. Let me explain what I mean.
If I sell a piece of art, I like to deliver it myself if possible. And as I hand over the work, people are excited, nervous, happy… Then they unpack and pick up the piece, walk over to the place they have chosen to hang it and its like all pieces of the puzzle fall into place.
from the art they have chosen, to the person they are and the home they live in., it all becomes one.
How extraordinary is this? I’m even getting goosebumps as I am writing this.
It is all meant to be. That piece of art in that particular house, loved and picked by that person.
Now call me crazy but this I find to be epic.

So art isn’t just to cure my own sadness, angriness and pain for me anymore. It’s a step to help many more lovely souls with their sadness, angriness, loneliness …
It’s a key to open up those who have always been locked up.
It’s the wings that help to break free.
It’s a start of a conversation with souls who where unable  to speak.

Even people who don’t have this emotional baggage seem to be attracted to the right work for them. It always seems to reflect the person who bought it.

And that is so much more important than 138 likes on facebook. 98 retweets or whatever.
That my sweet friends is what I call magic.

The magic of art. 

Take care, my door is always open. Don’t hesitate to step inside.

Lots of hugs and love. 

Sabrina M