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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The making of “Follow you own path”

What was the inspiration?

This image was made after I was daydreaming I guess. I literally got the picture in mind. Next step was to figure out how I was going to make it. I needed to get the perspective of the model right to make it believable. So I asked the model if she would mind to pose and a high chair, on one leg with the other leg balancing on a rope. Read More »

Lets talk about the color red

Have you ever had the blues, or felt green with envy, or been so angry you saw red?

Or maybe you’ve been tickled pink by a golden opportunity that came out of the blue? Color plays such an integral role in our lives that it even shapes the way we describe our moods.
The way different cultures see and describe the meaning of color varies dramatically around the world.

Lest we forget.

Remembrance Day

11-11-2018 at 11am World War I officially ended.

In Flanders fields.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

Major John McCrae – 1915

Artwork “Lest we forget” by Sabrina M