Not Sorry

The other day Jarrod and I were picking up some food from Cafe Rio. As we were pulling into the parking lot, a woman was about to cross the street, then looked ashamed and backed up. She had the right of way, yet she seemed to not want to inconvenience us. We started talking about how so many women feel ashamed to take up space and worry far too often about inconveniencing anyone. Feelings of selfishness if we put ourselves first. Afraid to speak up when uncomfortable or upset, not wanting to hurt someone’s feelings. 

As we were talking about it a painting started taking form in my mind, a woman looking down and out of place, the word’s “Sorry” and “I’m sorry” repeated over and over across the painting, flying out of the woman’s mouth and snaking it’s way down and around her body. Right after that I thought “Why not do a painting that’s empowering and positive?” So I went in the very opposite direction and chose two words,”Not Sorry.” 




Depression in Art

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a piece that had meaning behind it. For so long I’ve been doing art with the goal to sell and appeal to the masses. This is a piece I’ve had in my head for a long time. I am an HSP and with that comes some really beautiful gifts, but it also come with depression, anxiety, and ADHD to name a few. The last few months I have really struggled with depression. Crippling at times. I recently went through a training that allowed me to release a lot of pain and see myself more clearly. It also gave me the courage to paint this very vulnerable self portrait. My next piece will be a self portrait of the shift that has taken place since the training. I’m excited and nervous to share this with everyone. I know many people can relate with this feeling and I encourage you to not feel ashamed of it, but to be open and vulnerable and ask for assistance when you need it. Humans are walking around like cardboard cutouts, masking what we are really feeling and ashamed to be honest. I’m making a commitment to not do that anymore. You are loved. You are worthy. You are important. I am loved. I am worthy. I am important. 


Art Studio

I just finished painting the walls in my art studio. It was super messy and a lot of work, but so much fun! My idea with my studio was I really wanted it to look like an art studio, and had the idea of having paint dripping down the walls and from the ceiling. Pink hasn't been a favorite color since I was 6, but lately I'm really digging it and it became the main color for my art studio.




Glidden Diamond in Eggshell

Colors: Pink Gazebo, Island Shores and Corn Moon 

First I did a layer of the Corn Moon (that name is awful, but the color is amazing). I played around with a few ways to make the paint drip, and ultimately the best technique was using a hair coloring bottle. I didn't really have a plan. I'm a sort-of-plan-it-out-then-do-the-rest-by-instinct kinda gal. 

After the yellow I just started placing Island Shores wherever I felt it would look good, then did the same with the pink. I went back in with different colors to break up solid patches. After I was done with the walls, I decided the base looked bare so I added pink to the bottom and left rough paint strokes. 

Jarrod installed a new light fixture from Lowes, but I still need to get different light bulbs. The ones that it came with are very yellow, which just doesn't work in a studio setting. 

I'm about halfway through getting all of the furniture and art supplies organized and stuff hung on the walls. I'll post once I'm done!



Let The Makeover Begin

Here we are, 6 months into living in our house, and I'm just barely starting to paint walls. I'm 35 years old and have been wanting a home of my own to decorate for as long as I can remember. The first time I remember being conscious of my desire to have my own house was when I was 6. I told my dad I wanted a house and I wanted a pink one.

I spent the years at my parents house rearranging and redecorating my room so often that my furniture started to fall apart. Luckily I had cool parents who let me express myself in this way with no questions. I didn't have a lot of money so I spent a lot of time rummaging around our house finding unused items I could use to decorate with. One time I really wanted a queen sized bed. My parents weren't going to buy me a bed since I had a perfectly good twin size, so I shoved my bed up against the window seat, stuffed some foam down in between the crack, and TA DA. Queen bed. 

When I got my first apartment, I decorated with vintage Disney record covers, painted thrift store furniture, and a plastic Hula Girl shower curtain. From there I moved a total of 13 times. That was a lot of decorating practice on a barely anything budget. Thrift stores became and have remained my favorite place to shop. 

I'm excited to share what I do with our new place.