How my work made me cry

There have been several times when I noticed something different when I was creating. It wasn’t the movement I made or the colors.

It was at first an uneasy feeling, not sure what it was. 

But then it happened again. I felt emotional. 

Real emotions, from deep inside.

It was the fact that I created art.

Then it happened again. Again, when I was painting. 

Then it struck me and I knew what it was.

I took another look at my work of art. 

To me, creating was a joy, but now I realized that when other people look at it they would be able to feel the same.

I cried. My own artwork made me cry. The fact that I knew other people would be looking at this. Would feel joy or just smile. 

That moment stuck with me.

If you are not sure if you should create or push on, if you think you are not good enough or talented enough.

If your family, peers or teachers told you to grow up.

Please don't, create instead. 

You need to feel this.

It's worth more than anything. 

You should create! If only for this feeling.

#wecreate