My Brave Creative Soul Art
Life Lessons from my 3-year-old self, who knew how to rock a sketchbook
Dear Brave Soul, we’re here to trust our creative impulses. If you’re a new subscriber, thank you for joining us. 🙏🏼 Today I’ll take a break from the creative processing of all this political, planetary, and personal grief, especially for my mom, who died 3 weeks ago.
Today, we take a peek into the heart of a 3-year-old artist who drew for herself, and never gave a rat’s ass what others thought. Thanks, Mom, for saving my sketchbook!
One’s name can be crossed out (I never liked Chrissy, Christie, Chris, or especially Kissy Chrissy).
Mistakes are ok; you just point them out and move on.
I love myself, even if part of me is having an episode, in green.
People are mostly made of Hearts. I wish we remembered more.
Most days, I’m still blasting off into Outer Space. Just ask my family.
I can magically walk up a pole, but Mom prefers to stand on a rickety stool in high heels.
Everything a woman needs to know about marriage is here: it’s mostly about the dress and cake. His hand may catch fire. Another woman may be standing on his nose. You will cry.
I am a 3- or 4-legged clown who smiles a lot and loves to dance, but I can’t do much with my hands.
I’m still the same person, bravely climbing out of a hole.
Caption Contest: WTF was I thinking when I drew this? (comments👇🏽)
🗣️ I’d love to know…do you have any art from your childhood? How does it feel to look through it?
Thank you for being (Mostly) Brave, and for being You. 💗 Please like this post, comment, or share with a friend who wants to share her brave creative voice.
More to come,
This is incredible! I love the glimpse into little Christine (not Chrissy!!).
Caption: The invention of twerking
Oh I love these drawings! What a great post :)