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Happiness is a warm brush

Angel with a red ball

One thing I've found myself doing this past year was pet portraits. I never thought I'd be good at it but surprisingly enough I find it very enjoyable and I'm not too shabby at it -it turns out. Something about loving what you do opens the possibilities to master things you never thought you could. A positive attitude goes a long way in making your art excel. I didn't know this sweet doggie had passed on, I just loved his expression and character. Knowing I have captured a sweet little soul that is missed and will be remembered every time the portrait is seen makes me happy and I know the owners will be happy too. This is a thoughtful gift. Very special. It really, really makes me love my "job". I remember being stuck hauling boxes around a basement and feeling like I had more to give to the world. This is what was inside me, the ability to create SMILES from my paintbrush. No wonder my soul was hurting. Is your soul hurting? maybe you are not doing what you are being called to do. In that case it's time to make some changes.
Speaking of making changes...after getting the news from the doctor yesterday that so far so good in the "precancer" department I am heading to Piyo class. Putting my health first like I said I would! I am starting to see my kitchen as the most important room in the house and the food I buy as little nutrient bombs or health hazards. Of course I want the nutrient bombs! My labs suggested that while I am in a normal range I am at an increased risk for diabetes, just like my Dad. It's time to get proactive and this last scare was the kick in the pants, the wake up call. It was also the best Christmas present I got. A clean bill of health is the best gift.
I've fulfilled my Christmas commissions and with a few regular commissions on the plate this week I'm wrapping up everyones stuff. Then I can turn my attention to my canvases and try to get some work done, meditative soul work...and rebuild my body of work. Theres a stack of blank canvases I'm literally ACHING to get at. Everyone have a nice day and take a moment to look around right now.

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