Friday, August 24, 2007
My Sacred Life Day 3
A few years ago my Dad bought me a complete set of Prismacolor colored pencils. I'd looked at them for a long time, but they were expensive, and, looking back, maybe I just wasn't ready for what the pencils represented.
For me, these pencils represent something very sacred and special about me: my art, my ability to create. I smothered that aspect of myself for 35 years, and when I received these pencils as a gift (thank you, Dad!) I somehow began to be able to say "I am creative. I am an artist."