21/02/2025
"Pieces of Me"
I once held a pencil like it was an extension of my soul, pouring my emotions onto paper, breathing life into my art. Then, life gifted me something even more profound-motherhood. I had to put my art aside, not because I wanted to, but because my hands were too full cradling my little world.
For over a year and more, I didn’t sketch. Not because I forgot how, but because I was learning a new kind of creation, one that required my heart more than my hands. The artist in me faded into the background, making space for lullabies, tiny fingers, sleepless nights, and unconditional love.
Today, as I picked up my pencil again, I find myself in fragments, an artist, a mother, a woman rediscovering who she used to be while embracing who she has become. This sketch is not just lines and shades; it is the reflection of a soul torn between two worlds, yet beautifully intertwined. A piece of me I thought I lost, slowly finding its way back.
We are not just what is seen; we are the spaces in between the memories, the scars, the resilience woven into our being. Even in pieces, we remain whole. This art speaks of identity fractured yet not destroyed, of emotions stretched yet still connected, of a soul that refuses to break despite being torn apart.
To every mother who gave up a part of herself to embrace change, may you find your way back too. when life reshapes us, creativity never truly fades, it merely waits for the right moment to be reborn!
