The Inspiration
In dark times...
...I lost Faith but found her again because she never really left.
...I found that Acceptance is powerful and Vulnerability makes you stronger.
...I learned that even though you may not be able to feel her, Hope will never stop fighting for you.
In this series, I aim to capture what I have learned and created out of pain.
Faith
This painting is inspired by the feeling of finding Faith again.
Faith stays with you, holding you up, promising there’s still light in the deepest darkness.
You might lose her sometimes, she, however, will never abandon you. She’ll be there every day, patiently waiting for you to find your way back to her.
Vulnerability
I’ve always seen Vulnerability as a weakness, as something that people can easily attack. So, I tried to avoid her as much as I could. Now, looking back, I know avoiding her was the true weakness.
Dream
When the pain got worse, my world got so much smaller. Daydreaming was one of the only ways to get out and ‘see’ the world. Now, whenever I go outside, I feel everything more intensely. I notice things I have never noticed before.
Now, everything looks magical to me.
Acceptance
Acceptance is soft, she is soothing and kind. Acceptance can heal and push you forward toward your destiny. She cuts the ties that bound you to your past, your regrets, and your doubts. Acceptance believes in change and growth, in good and better. She wants you to accept that there are things you can’t change, things that are out of your hands. So that all your good may bloom to make this world a tiny bit more beautiful.
Fight
I always felt like I had no Fight in me, not like all the fierce and powerful women I read about in books or look up to in history. But Fight can show up in different forms and places. Like when you get out of bed and do the work even though you’re in pain, tired, or exhausted.
This painting is a reminder that you possess much more strength and Fight than you think you do.
Hope
Two years ago, my chronic condition got so bad that I had to spend almost 2 years in bed. In all that time, I felt hopeless, like I was never going to get better and my life would forever look like this. Now I know that Hope never left me. She was always there, somewhere around me, fighting for me.
This is what she looks like to me. A powerful being that is never going to give up on you.
Hope is no delicate thing. She is not flighty nor weak. Hope has dirt on her face and wounds all over. She gets up every single time. Ready to take another punch.
