Imperfectly perfect painting

So, this painting took me over a year to paint. And I sincerely thought it was awful, sad, dark and misunderstanding to others. How could I think such a thing, to assume what others would feel about my art. I found it absolutely beautiful and that should really be all that matters. There’s no wrong way to create art. I was judging myself just as I do when I look in the mirror every morning. This next part of my writing I use beautiful words, in such a way it is exactly what I felt and thought when I took this picture of my unique painting. I’m often the worst critic of myself. I loved painting this, I enjoyed it and it made me happy. Then to judge it so harshly just as I judge myself.

As I stood and I looked through the eyes of a beautiful soul, a broken soul, a scared soul. I stood there speechless, wondering how such an alluring, marvelous, stunning woman could be so perplexed. I understood her soul and her darkness, I knew it deeper than any other human in this universe ever could. How can she be so confident in the strength of others, yet so weak and judgmental on herself? How can she look at the world around her and strive to fix every hurt, lost, sad, abused, insecure and apprehensive individual she’d come across?How can she strive to save what she herself feels? Unknowingly and thoughtlessly forgetting that this same power would save her. You see this human, this beautifully, enticingly charming and intoxicating human gave everything in her to build and rescue the rest of the world, that she had forgotten what her own soul needed. She insecurely dishes out every word that she herself needed to hear, every word that could completely put her back together, so imperfectly perfect. That was the most fascinating yet confusing thing about her, that when she succeeded in helping or saving a broken soul, comparable to herself, she never looked at them as broken. Only cracked. She made sure they knew that.She made sure that they knew they were in fact not broken at all, just merely unaware of their importance and beauty in this very short life. She always unnoticeably disregarded her own beauty, but her eyes can never lie. Yes, the glare of the light was so bright as I stood and gazed into this beautiful woman’s damaged soul, wondering why she always saved everyone but herself. She then smiled ever so brightly and remembered she didn’t need saving, her happiness and her heart were complete by every person she had salvaged! You see, she knew all along she wasn’t broken but merely cracked. Just like the rest, she had forgotten and each day she used her extraordinary gift of strength to look in that mirror and see exactly what she planned to instill in the rest of the world. Most importantly, what to instill into herself.