These eyes, this heart ... Have fought every beat of its existence to love and not hate or bask in wrath of my battles. While I wear my heart on my sleeves I chose to also wear it upon the canvas of my face. My heart is a colorful rainbow that comes after the raging storm has cleared . It is resilient. It is forgiving. It is loving, it is God lead.. “Wipe that off, you look like a clown” my mother she meant well because let’s FACE IT in 6th grade I was attempting this same exact look and back then I wasn’t very good and had cheap products! Now, I understand and respect that even with top notch makeup and a great hand, some of you still roll your eyes and think I look like a clown, scowl or relentlessly snicker at me. That’s your opinion and that’s ok with me, I will continue to smile and be a jewel regardless what you think. On the other hand to many others, I am an artist expressing herself in ways most aren’t brave, talented or determined enough to attempt or learn. “I love your make up” “I wish I were that brave” “I wish I could pull that off” I get these wonderful comments all the time and thank you for these lovely individuals willing to stretch their words and compliment making my work feel flattered and even more worthwhile!
As we all know art and masterpieces come in many different media’s and style but almost all of it comes from the Artists aches of DEPRESSION and the depths of the darkest bits of our pain we have battled or still are battling deep within. When we create art it’s as if we’re bringing the inside out and exposing it to the word. My pain, my suffering, I choose to explode into ALL of my art from my face to my acrylic paintings with extensive beautiful colors, as many as I can inf act , bcuz COLORS, something’s as simple as COLORS cheer me up from feeling dark and gloomy in the battles I face daily. Due to being ridiculed my entire life by many different individuals I have tried to tone myself down as some of those words have resonated an ache in my heart and as I did todays make up I became triggered and I remembered those scars and the laughter of others at my “hideous” make up.
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