Untangled Mind: the Ins and Outs: 5 lessons my first journey on canvass has taught me

Untangled Mind: the Ins and Outs: 5 lessons my first journey on canvass has taught me

5 lessons my first journey on canvass has taught me

My Teacher: 

( my first canvass project )

1. a little goes a long way.

2. art draws you into the present where every sent, smudge, and sound matters...and nothing else can enter this realm. It is in this place that the past can be healed, and the future be prepared for.

3. if you make a mistake, or don't like something you can always go back and fix it...it just takes a whole lot more work to do so. 

4. just as in life, there are many layers and details required...if we are patient, we don't necessarily need to be an expert. 

5. make it your own, it is your journey...if you do anything in pursuit of impressing or degrading others you are cheating yourself of potential growth in your journey. 

“Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what. Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful.”

Mark Victor Hansen

Yours Truly,

Untangledmind

.love.beauty.excellence.

Untangled Mind: the Ins and Outs: Hopelessly Devoted to You.

Untangled Mind: the Ins and Outs: Hopelessly Devoted to You.

Hopelessly Devoted to You.

The forest has captured me, its roots firmly grounded in my thoughts. Carefully I’ve planted this oasis, each tree diverse and filled with every ounce of inner purpose. Each sprout determined by destiny, some to reach potential, some to die from drought. Distracted and used, the forest seeks to save me. It’s sending its branches to reach for me.  The branches reach for me, holding me still as others claim the universe. The mountains scream for me to run, the Ocean calls for me to plunge deep into the see. I hear their howls.  The sky, it rescued me, but its winds could not break me free from my hopeless disposition. Hopelessly devoted, I fall deeper into the soil; I am the creator here, a safe place for my bleeding heart to mend with scars of the costs of devotion. Alone, but at peace I’ve found Hope for the Hopeless.