Finding my voice

In my life as a writer, I was often told to work on the craft with the goal of finding one’s voice. In this context, it meant learning how to string together words in a way that made them uniquely my own. I’ve learned that the same holds true in visual art. 

Finding one’s voice on the canvas means embarking on a journey to discover a colour palette that comes from within. And when found, gives the onlooker a view into your heart. 

But the journey doesn’t stop with the colour. It continues with the paintbrush. Learning to wield it this way, and that. Stumbling, and fumbling. Over. And Over. Again. Until one day, you discover its unique dance. 

But again, the journey doesn’t stop there. 

Because you need to use that palette and make that brush dance across the canvas to tell your story. But this takes time. And it takes telling many stories first. 

I thought when I found the colour palette, learned my brush’s dance and discovered the story that I wanted to tell that the journey would become easier.

I was wrong. 

The hardest part for me has been to show the world my story. Because in the stories I tell, one sees the essence of who I am. Someone who loves quaint, cozy and happy. Cats. Fields. Houses. And so much more. 

The journey of finding my voice will never end because it will always be about…

Dreaming up more colours, learning new dances, showing the things I love, and wearing my heart on my sleeve.