Art always had a unique role in my life. When I wanted to be a painter at 6, I was told it was an unworthy profession. It took a lot of work for me to excel in school. But with every free time I had, I was either playing with my flesh and green clay containers, or doing watercolor. I loved folding the paper in half, doing my mix of colors on one side, then folding it to be reflected on the other side. Even when I watered the plants, I would use the hose to form figures on the ground.
I loved to doodle. I loved to create colorful motivational quotes, especially when I got an unfavorable grade in school. I had different art versions of “Study Very Well” each year on my cork board. I decorated my calendars and made colorful notes. I loved getting my hands dirty with my Craypas. This was a type of oil pastels that allowed you to spread the crayon line into blurry images. I always felt a sense of relaxation and delight even when injecting colors had nothing to do with the subject matter.
It’s like I was holding my breath to always be perfect but art allows me to freely breathe to move and strive. Needless to say, I encountered many a failure in my life. From academic, social, career, to even familial issues, I would always doodle and write poetry. I wrote the most poetry to pour what my heart found hardest to say.
In all of my travels, I would have my coloring gears and unlined notebooks. I would spend free hours in the museum, especially on modern art. I have doodled since I was 6. I wrote poetry since I was 14. After fulfilling the world’s expectations of me in business, I was able to pursue my writing in 2016 as Mommy No Limits. After 4 decades, I can now finally allow my heart to speak in my deepest language of Art.
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