cement, silver foil, cloverToday was my second day painting in the studio.
After working some on the painting, I found myself outside searching for broken and cracked concrete. Staring at broken walls.
I had an intense morning, breathing life.
In the midst of it, I was reminded that beauty can be found between the cracks. The courage to continue growing and living between weighted pressure. Delicate Power.
Someone once told me that we draw pressure towards ourselves, that may feel painful, so we may cut facets into the diamond that we are.
There is always beauty in the cracks.
After working some on the painting, I found myself outside searching for broken and cracked concrete. Staring at broken walls.
I had an intense morning, breathing life.
In the midst of it, I was reminded that beauty can be found between the cracks. The courage to continue growing and living between weighted pressure. Delicate Power.
Someone once told me that we draw pressure towards ourselves, that may feel painful, so we may cut facets into the diamond that we are.
There is always beauty in the cracks.
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