Are you lost with all the trends, social media accounts with millions of followers, SEO, and AI? All you want to do is paint your flowers. Build your audience with the way you paint. In this post, I will be sharing an experience that made me realize yet again I am an artist. Enough with the comparison. I just want to paint like I did when I was a kid, paint like I do! Let me explain.

Big Flowers Big Thoughts

I have been rewriting posts. Georgia O’Keeffe has come up a lot. It took me back to last year’s wonderful days of painting big flowers with children. That feeling of I get paid to do something I am great at and love still lingers.

Today I painted a big dahlia. I started out referencing a beautiful photo. That didn’t work. I turned off my phone and painted how nature and flowers make me feel. It worked! Yes, I have gotten all caught up in what’s around me, overthinking. And I have uttered what about me. Where do I fit in?

This week I have come open arms with unwell thoughts and fear to my painting sessions. As I paint the uneasiness drifts away and all that is left is a big beautiful idea. I am and forever will be an artist. It is time to take a stand and defend what is truthfully mine. My ideas and how I paint are mine! I blog all the time about believing in my art.

Just last night I gazed up at the moon. At that moment I knew that she was always with me. The sun will always warm me. The beautiful flowers are blooming. Flowers bloom in every season. Some need their time but somewhere somehow we are always blooming no matter how cold it gets. Throughout this post, I will sprinkle my big beautiful doodles.

Now on to the canvas that made me come to grips with my foolish words of, where do I fit in?

My calm was unbalanced. Then I focused on the idea and the canvas before me. Like magic, the brush kept going and going. The smiles on their faces and in my heart made me light up like the Christmas Lightbulb necklace I was wearing. Then I heard someone say, she’s good get in her line and there was no holding back.

As I walked home under the moon, she asked what do you want. I felt all, where there is a will, there is a way! Stop being a fool. Go home get out your tools. You are an artist this is what you live for. What was my canvas? I face painted children’s faces. That’s right, for the night I was a face painting artist.

Time to shine! If you are working on something that lights you up please comment below. I had to share my experience because I proved to myself that when you focus on what you do all the noise disappears. We have a place. There is room for all of us so go on, paint big! I will be adding new work to my shop and sprinkling more of me on my website. I started a new book project. Today I’ll work on hand lettering. It’s going to be beautiful!

With Love, Mireya