Bold and Beautiful
It takes a lot of courage to be bold. Growing up, I was anything but. I was always the girl who hid behind my sketchbook or behind whatever I was reading at the time; speeding through the hallways to get to my next class, never really making eye contact with anyone but rather focused on the ground as they walked by. I was never proud of the fact that "this" was how I "was," although I suppose it had its benefits. My friends were always of the "good crowd," although I realized as I got older that most kids my age were indeed "good," just troubled.
My sister has always been the bold type. She generally had an easy go at making friends. In fact, when we were younger, my shy self would ask her to go talk to the other kids at the park so that I could play with them too. She always obliged. It was good to have a sister like her.
I think it was about junior year that I had finally started taking the initiative to talk a bit more. I was still quiet in most regards, but I tried to make more friends or start more conversations at the very least. I would talk to anyone really. I was tired of being shy; she had too much of a grasp over me, and despite my best efforts, she would brush off my feelings and persist.
It's a fight to disregard my shyness. Even now, it's a constant battle.
I took up waitressing for a time; forced myself to attempt conversation with the people I waited on. No matter how I tried, it was typically an exhausting endeavor --probably because of how badly it played my nerves-- Now, I'm a stay-at-home mom wondering when I'll have the chance to talk face to face with the outside world again and share my art. In the meantime, I share the art of others, conversing digitally with the artists I feature. Speaking of, today's artist inspired the telling of this anecdote; her art represents everything I wish to become. May I introduce artist Iman Shafi.
I adore the blue, velvet,
and maroon hues in this piece!
This collage is so aesthetically pleasing,such beautiful color theory!