I focused on that fracturing of self and how each part plays a role in our new growth. We are imperfect humans and there among the ruins of our failures still lies some beauty to be dusted off.
Each line and the paints flowing across the paper, caressing your subject and delicately stroking the surface
Hold your head high and love yourself, your beautiful.
“You just have to sit down place your paint brush, pen or pencil to paper, whatever tool you wish and let your emotion flow. A foundation will be established and something else can grow from that.” KKF
Your blood flows red like all others in this game, carry your head high and speak proudly your name.
Dig deep within to find that which is true, that which others hold dear and love about you.
I perpetrate the strength one who will not be broken, in effect breaking myself. All the while knowing weakness is not in being vulnerable, it is for me never allowing myself to exist there. KKF