Masterpiece

softly placed brush strokes on a canvas painting. 

intentionally sketched pencil marks on a clean sheet of paper. 

passionately spoken words from the warm lips of a creative friend.  

racing fingers scribbling words that meld together like the sunset. 

MASTERPIECE. 
Our favorite poems. Our favorite songs. Our favorite art. Our favorite solitude. 

MASTERPIECE. 
You. Me. Us. 
We are art. 
We are sweetly stitched together with blinding imperfections and overwhelming beauty. 
We entice. We inspire. We teach. 

Even when no one is walking through our museum halls, reading our plaques, admiring our intention...we are still there with sweet light shining from above illuminating every bit that needs to be seen. We are still worthy of appreciation. We still deserve a place among the wall. 

Do you notice how art is so incredibly individualized? 
Some people will come along and completely grasp the purpose of the painting, others will casually walk by it because it didn’t grab their attention. 

Art sometimes spends incredible amounts of time in the infancy stage, with the author really working to create the exact vision. Sometimes art is done quickly and passionately with little thought. Both are beautiful. Whatever you are, you are beautiful. 

It is okay to be art. It is okay to captivate some and confuse others. You are allowed permission to be in the museum even when you feel like you don’t belong. You are an expression of your world and it doesn’t have to look how they might expect. You are an emotional power with the ability to make people feel. You are purposeful for your calling. You are treasured. You are one of a kind.

The author created only one you. 

I am learning to appreciate my art. My body, my soul, my mind. I am working to understand that even when no one is admiring, I am still beautiful & capable. 
I am art. Different than you, yet strong. Never wanting to decrease your value, just passionately accept my own.

xo