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?
