Ewelina's Insights

 So as an artist who works professionally. I must confess that I do still fear doing bad work. It has gotten to the point where I would just be discouraged from drawing and painting in general, of fear that I will "screw up" the current piece I am working on. This has caused me to have a major artists/creativity block keeping me from moving forward and thus making me feel depressed. So I decided to just paint random stuff, not expecting it to be great, and in fact embracing that it will be quite bad! It felt good letting myself off the hook of not having to create great portfolio pieces or commissions all the time. It feels nice to just do what I loved as a kid. Just doing art not caring how it turns out, if something good comes out, great! if not, all well. I found by doing these few pieces, I have become more bold with my work. Just embrace the bad art! :) Update: Looking back now, as I read the artist's way by: Julia Cameron and follow the practices. I really resonate ...

So good bye 20s and hello 30s! Thank you everyone for the Birthday wishes. Lots of love to you all! Today I took the time to reflect on lessons I have learned so far in my 20s and felt inspired to share! 1. People will change and some will leave. Sometimes it's the ones you least expect and want to hold on to the most. The more your lives differ the less you will see of them. Sometimes you overextend yourself to have people you love in your life and they still leave. This is painful but it's important to not look at yourself through the eyes of people who leave you and don't see your worth. Or to hold onto something that is no longer meant to be. It's OK to lose others but don't lose yourself. See yourself as a vessel going towards your own uncharted seas. And sometimes that may be lonely when there is no one there beside you. But if you keep going towards yours goals and desires. You will eventually start meeting others along the path. 2. Self love is everything an...

  We've all seen her, the unvalued, unwanted out of place woman walking down the street. Her haggard appearance makes everyone look away. Sometimes she begs for food, change or just human connection. She is so repulsive to society, that some see her as vermin. She is so far lost in her world of numbing pain that she functions on pure instinct alone. She is well past the point of caring about her appearance, that was another lifetime ago. Now she takes on the role of the collective's waste and unwanted parts. Like Frankenstein's monster, it is woven into her being and she ceases to be a human at this point. The parts of us that are so shameful and repulsive that we banish them in the darkest corners of our being. Somehow find their way to her. Like a hoarder she collects everyone's waste and wears it like armor. She is the ultimate mirror to our suffering. As if she is chosen to carry the burden of the collective's shame and worthlessness. These people are often hidd...