To our boldness and courage, a dedication to our inner child.

The night before my first gallery opening, I had a table full of inspirational cards that were waiting to be folded.
I began to question myself “What if nobody buys my cards? What have I gotten myself into? This is ridiculous!”.

As my anxiety began to rise, the thought of abandoning my plan raced through my mind. To anchor myself, I closed my eyes, took deep breaths and began to explore my feelings.

I saw an image of my younger self, a little girl about 7 or 8 years old. She loved drawing pictures of princesses and was in awe of their beauty. To share this love, she decided to create enough copies to distribute to every household on her street. Later that day an older girl came by, she began to laugh at the little girl, and wondered how she could be so shameless to hand out her drawings like that.

The little girl could feel her ears and cheeks turn red and hot, she folded her papers up and she never shared her work again.

The memory brought me to tears, not because of what happened, but because I have been hiding her for decades and had completely forgotten about her. Now at the age of 40, I am sharing my creations of the Divine Feminine… The “real self” I have been seeking for years is the one I had abandoned so long ago, yet, she has been within me all along.

“Time goes by, the world changes, we change, but the Essence of our soul is still singing the tune that it wants to share with the world … we just never pay attention to it” ~ Wennie