05/02/2026
I pulled this painting OUT OF THE TRASH…
I wish I was better at taking pictures while I am creating (fellow creatives, how are you doing this and staying in the creative zone?!?), because this piece started as such a chaotic mess.
It had a pastel rainbow background. The charcoal was too harsh. There was a third flower. The leaves ended up a shade of green that is definitely not found in nature. It felt disorganized and forced with way too much going on. Possibly like the artist had very unintentionally created something that reflected how her life felt at that particular moment….😬🙋🏻♀️🎨🤦🏻♀️.
So I threw it in the trash, decided it was too far gone to fix, and vowed to not waste anymore time on it.
I then proceeded to spend the next several days obsessing over how I could fix it. 😂
Eventually, I did pull her out of the trash, but still didn’t feel like I could fix her. So I just set her aside, somewhere where I could see her once in a while, but not feel like she was harassing me.
Slowly, life started to calm down a little and so did she. I began to see how those beginning stages could subtly peek through without taking over (if you look closely, you can still see some of the rainbow background peeking through the white petals of the daffodils). I eliminated the third flower, toned down the green, and painted the background a solid color. It started to feel like she could breathe again. Me too.
I probably changed the background color seven or eight times until I landed on the palest blue/green/grey that felt grounded and peaceful, but also a tiny bit moody like it has seen some s%!+… because, haven’t we all?
Turns out, she is just right. I love her.
