Something was locked away deeply inside of me. It was buried under layers of insecurity, validation-seeking, and the belief that I had no talent. 

I thought talent was something you had to be born with to be an artist. So, for 40 years, I only saw myself as “a creative.” I was always making things—repurposing, crafting, creating from existing materials. But I never truly felt like I was able to CREATE—to bring something into the world from nothing.

I admired that in others. So many times I said out loud: “Oh, how I wish I could paint like that. It seems so freeing.” And every time that longing to paint bubbled up inside me… I'd try. I'd draw or paint. And every single time, I was left with disappointment.

 

The inner critic always chimed in: “You're not an artist. You never will be.” So art never even felt like a dream I could consider seriously. At most, I thought maybe I could improve my drawing skills enough to make stickers someday. That was the extent of what I dared to hope for.

And deep down, I feared people would think I was copying others with wanting to paint—especially people in my life who were already talented and going the art route.

One of them even left me for art—quite literally. For years, I couldn’t even stand the word art. It became a deep trauma. And so, I couldn’t connect to my own desire to create, because it was buried beneath a mountain of emotional debris.

But how about you, my friend? What does art mean to you? Does it stir something inside you— a feeling nothing else can quite touch? Or does it expose a deep longing, buried under reasons why you shouldn’t or couldn’t follow it?

Maybe, just maybe, you're not the only one who’s been told you're not talented enough. Maybe, like me, you’ve believed it. But here's the truth: Art isn’t about talent. It’s about feeling. It’s about expression, discovery, healing, and truth. Art is a journey. And if you let it, it will lead you back to yourself.

Whether you’re here because you want to collect beautiful art... Or because you secretly long to make your own... I invite you to walk this path with me. Let art move you. Let it speak to something deep inside. Because it’s never too late to begin.

And maybe—just maybe—that painting you love so much is really a mirror... Reflecting the creative soul in you.

This is your permission to try.
To explore.
To remember.
To heal through color, brushstroke, and heart.

And maybe one day soon… you’ll stop wishing you could paint, because you’ll be holding your own masterpiece in your hands.