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I finally got the nerve to put brushes on this painting again and for three nights I have made major changes to it. I like it better every time I paint. It's still only 1/2 way done, but I'm getting the vision of how to finish it finally, and I love the concept. I'm considering entering it in the Spring Salon. We will see how it turns out.
I've had a painting block and I finally decided it had a lot to do with how I felt about myself. Sacrafice is the name of the game right? Well, there has to be balance, which I have to learn more about and I have eroded boundaries. I'm working on accepting and loving myself more so I can get out what is in my heart. It's worth it because when I paint I feel alive and like I have a special power of expression that fills me up. I really enjoy it even when it hurts like crap. When my talent improves it won't hurt so much. (I hope).
confession: I suffer from sexism. I don't give women, even myself, enough credit. It must stop and I'm analyzing it in all aspects of my life. Allowing myself more feminine power and believing in myself, as a woman is essential. I see women all around me apologizing for themselves and deferring to their male counterparts. I watch women take a back seat all the time. I do it all the time! It's not right and it's not what God wants, but we sure get a lot of mixed messages about this from our culture. I think I will paint a lot better when I get a better grasp on this.