I destroyed a painting
In the basement when I was looking through a plastic tub of photographs, I found a photograph of a painting I ripped off the frame and threw away. The painting was three feet six inches by five feet eight inches. The painting was a self portrait of me and my two oldest children as cats.
I was angry. I was depressed.
“I am not an artist. I am no good at painting.” I ripped the painting off the frame. I rolled up the canvas and shoved it in the trash.
I kept the frame. There was hope in the frame. Maybe some day I would paint again. Maybe some day I would believe in myself.
The frame is back together.
I bought new canvas and stretched in on the frame. This year, I will paint a new painting.
I will start today.
I won’t rip this painting off and throw it away. I believe in myself.
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” Pablo Picass0
Have you every destroyed something you created?
About Pamela Hodges
My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.