As an artist you can do whatever comes to mind. I like to make my own decor for my house instead of overspending at the shops. I’m a dumpster diver and I find broken treasures all of the time and I just simply repair and restore them. I’m a DIY/OOAK kind of gal. 🙂
This year has been filled with endless nights of painting, painting, and oh yeah! More painting.
I’m on a mission to see what kind of new and exciting life I can generate from creating and selling my art.
It sounds ridiculous honestly, but I am curious to see how far I can go with this and where it could potentially lead me to.
It’s my first whole year of beginning my journey into the art world and so far I have sold 5 paintings. I know I know, It’s not very much but holy guacamole I am extremely proud of how it’s started.
Someday, I am going to expand on this art operation when the time comes and I’ll be working with pottery, wood, power tools, tufting, and epoxy/resin. I am working from the ground up – no using credit, no overspending on supplies, and utilizing the resources available for me now as much as I can.
With that being said and out of the way, I’m going to add some photos of my current works of art from the last five months to this post.
Feel free to leave a comment, ask a question, make a suggestion, or even leave an idea for a new painting!
The hardest decision I’ve ever had to make in my life was prioritize and protect my mental health. I’ve worked so hard from the bottom up from being an experiment to psychiatrists and loaded with cocktails that only made it worse. I beat anorexia, prescription drug addiction, found a great therapist and learned more about myself because I put the work in as well. For the last few years now, I’ve been living a quiet life – I decided to separate myself from old friends and strangers that took a toll on my own mental health, people that never cared anyways so I stopped caring too. I changed my life around and now I do things that I never thought I would do in my life, such as working as an artist and studying online for a college degree.
Some days I am so proud of myself for the small but HUGE victories that I’ve accomplished, and I only continue to push myself to do better things.
I thought this would be a fun little series to start writing about since I’ve been cleaning just about my whole life.
The cleaning world has been apart of my life since conception. I was born and raised into it and then of course followed the footsteps of my mom when I got older.
My first job was working at a cleaning service with my mom right after I left high school. I worked there for seven years before my mom and I left to start our own business for a few years before COVID-19 destroyed it.
The main part of our job was, well cleaning the houses of people who can afford it. This is a luxury type of thing, ya know? Everyone should know how to clean up after themselves and take care of things properly, but unfortunately, some people are not like that.
Number 1: For my children to be blessed with the life they deserve, to have full bellies and warmth at night, and to give any kind of illness to me instead of them. They deserve more of life than I do.
Number 2: For the children all around the world to find peace, love, and happiness. Give them comfort, food, and shelter from the storms. Protect them from all types of evil that surround our planet.
Number 3: Give me the strength to keep on fighting and never give up in life.
It’s been one year since our family dog has passed away. Every day I think about him and we all miss him so much.
Having a pet become a member of your family is a wonderful experience. Our boy was a rescue dog that we adopted and it was the best $500 we’ve ever spent. The rescue shelter had little information about him so we don’t know exactly how old he was when we got him, but they thought maybe around five years old.
He was found on the streets of Puerto Rico in the aftermath of Hurricane Irma and spent his remaining years here in New Jersey with our family.
He was such a good dog, very gentle with my kids and always stayed close to them. His name was Rocket and he loved eating, sleeping, and jumping up onto the couch or the beds.
One thing about him though, he had the worst doggy gas I’ve ever smelt.
I’d give it away to my children – I’d make sure that they’re taking care of for the rest of their lives along with the knowledge of spending it wisely.
I’ve been through this before. I’ve lost everything including my clothes, my mattress, computer, and other objects. I’ve lost my sanity, dignity, and pretty much everything. It took a long time to recover from this damage and I still have a bitter seed that’s been growing inside of me ever since. Three things I’ve learned from this experience:
Things are replaceable. Life happens unexpectedly and sometimes shitty people get in the way.
Patience is a virtue. What goes around must come back around. I’ll be here.
I feel out of place all of the time. Like I just don’t belong anywhere, or anyplace, even in social groups. I’m a loner basically. I don’t find it necessary to fake it until I make it, so I create my own place. Sometimes it’s very hard to connect with other people when you already know they can be shams.