🎨 Hello, dear artists!
I remember the heat rising in my face, the way I couldn’t look anyone in the eye. Shame wrapped around me like a heavy blanket I couldn’t shake off. Every small mistake felt huge, like the world was watching, judging. I wanted to disappear. But over time, I learned something important—everyone feels shame. It doesn’t mean I’m broken or weak. It means I care. I stopped running from it and started facing it. I apologized when I needed to, forgave myself when I could. Shame lost its power when I stopped hiding. I’m not perfect—but I’m learning, and that’s enough
Turn off your phone and reserve this time just for you. Colors, brushes… and action!.🖼️🖌️
