The Quarantine Collection, In Blue. Works in progress. And a selfie, because☺️.
The heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can do is called
picking yourself up off the floor. - @iainsthomas
No matter where you are, if you turn around and look behind you there are thousands of hands lifting you up. And those are all the hands of artists who came before you that all combine into making you who are. If you trust it, there is no way you can’t paint how you are.
I’m having a moment.
It’s blue and I’m not really questioning it anymore.
When I first decided to make my art public a few months ago, I questioned everything. Did what I have to say matter? Did anyone care if I had any formal art training? Could anyone connect with what I have to say?
What I realized is that no matter what the subject I was painting, being able to communicate the hard feelings is so much more important than being a specific type of painter. I’m not picking a story and sticking to it, I’m not going to brand myself. I’m going to step up to the easel and paint in my own language and on my own terms.
I know there are other colors out there
and for a person who has always felt insignificant in the face of any accomplishment,
this one feels like enough right now.
And for me,
That’s a pretty big deal.
How do you find your voice? What do you listen to? What do you ignore?
Aliza and Her Monsters