17/06/2026
Today my sister and I started with a blank canvas, a few colours, some big brushes and absolutely no plan.
The idea was simple: paint feelings, not things.
The canvas began as drips, bold marks, circles and layers of colour. At one point it looked like a complete mess. Then slowly, shapes began to emerge. A vase appeared. Flowers followed.
What I love most about this painting isn’t the finished picture.
It’s that the finished image didn’t erase the journey.
Beneath the flowers are all the experiments, mistakes, changes of mind, drips and moments of uncertainty that helped create them.
Perhaps we’re a bit like that too.
The person we become doesn’t erase where we’ve been. Every experience, every lesson, every stumble and every triumph remains part of the story.
Sometimes the beauty isn’t just in the finished piece.
It’s in having the courage to begin with a blank canvas.
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