Monica Rose, you are an amazing woman and it’s honor to witness in your writings the things that have formed you. Thank you for your authenticity and transparency. Thanks for your strength, your insight, your vision, and your perseverance. Thank you for being willing to be a model for what is possible.
That was a beautiful share. I experience the world like that as well.. and I have started to intentionally create from that space and use it as "Gifts for my future self"
Sometimes we really do have to burn it all down before we can see and commit to the possibilities, before we realize what we're meant to do. Even so, it takes courage to strike in a new direction. I hope you keep following it.
What stayed with me was not only the fire or the loss, but the patience of the making. The way the work waited. The way you stayed.
There is something deeply steady about honouring the craft after everything burns down. Not bravado or hustle, just the choice to keep working, one leaf at a time.
The moment about finally allowing yourself the easel felt especially true. Not a symbol, not a victory lap, but a quiet recognition of what had already been earned.
Thank you for naming that kind of worth. It matters. And enjoy your painting
Stunning narrative about finding worth through creative perseverance. The detail about your sister noticing the missing shadows is particularly striking because it shows how even breakthrough work can deepen with outside perspective. I had a simlar moment years ago where someone pointed out a fundemental flaw in something I thought was finished and it completely transformed the piece. That savings account from the $1000 sale wasnt just money, it was proof of concept.
Enjoyment. I'm ready to claim enjoyment sprouting from my heart center. I've spent years recovering from dissociation from my heart, my core, my truth. To make it worth it, I want to claim enjoyment as my birthright and share it.
Monica Rose, you are an amazing woman and it’s honor to witness in your writings the things that have formed you. Thank you for your authenticity and transparency. Thanks for your strength, your insight, your vision, and your perseverance. Thank you for being willing to be a model for what is possible.
Sounds like you found A Room of One’s Own. Happy painting
That was a beautiful share. I experience the world like that as well.. and I have started to intentionally create from that space and use it as "Gifts for my future self"
Sometimes we really do have to burn it all down before we can see and commit to the possibilities, before we realize what we're meant to do. Even so, it takes courage to strike in a new direction. I hope you keep following it.
Always have. Always will
I enjoyed this piece.
What stayed with me was not only the fire or the loss, but the patience of the making. The way the work waited. The way you stayed.
There is something deeply steady about honouring the craft after everything burns down. Not bravado or hustle, just the choice to keep working, one leaf at a time.
The moment about finally allowing yourself the easel felt especially true. Not a symbol, not a victory lap, but a quiet recognition of what had already been earned.
Thank you for naming that kind of worth. It matters. And enjoy your painting
Stunning narrative about finding worth through creative perseverance. The detail about your sister noticing the missing shadows is particularly striking because it shows how even breakthrough work can deepen with outside perspective. I had a simlar moment years ago where someone pointed out a fundemental flaw in something I thought was finished and it completely transformed the piece. That savings account from the $1000 sale wasnt just money, it was proof of concept.
Enjoyment. I'm ready to claim enjoyment sprouting from my heart center. I've spent years recovering from dissociation from my heart, my core, my truth. To make it worth it, I want to claim enjoyment as my birthright and share it.
Time. Not the equipment, but the time to use it.