Have you ever made something – something of which you are so completely and embarrassing but u
Have you ever made something – something of which you are so completely and embarrassing but unashamedly proud – and find yourself unable to share it? Not because you’re afraid of what others might think (which if you’re me is a real and constant struggle), but because you know, absolutely KNOW you made magic and you just want to dance in its stardust for a little bit longer? All by yourself. Twirl and twirl under a cloud of stardust. I’ve been sitting on this painting for weeks, months actually. For ages I’d wanted to paint a magnolia, but dreading the infamous white flower, I stalled, found reasons and excuses and other flowers to paint. More amenable and docile flowers. Flowers I could bend to my will. But the magnolia continued to haunt me, and I knew I should do it soon because any day the Pickle would be born and steal all my hours. She was and she did, and I’m glad I painted this. It’s not perfect, but you know … that’s kind of what I love best about it. . . If you aren’t familiar with @ellieholcomb, please let me do the honors. I was inspired by her soulful words about this beautiful flower, and her song, appropriately titled “Magnolia”. “Oh Magnolia, won’t you stay with me, Won’t you wake up and see that I’m waiting Oh Magnolia, won’t you walk with me Won’t you let me be your sweet companion Oh Magnolia, Oh Magnolia You’ve been working till your hands they bleed And your eyes can’t see [a change you’re wearing] You’ve been hoping that you could make it right But the more you try the more you’re failing Oh Magnolia, Oh Magnolia Oh Magnolia, won’t you please come home Oh Magnolia, you don’t have to walk alone Oh Magnolia, won’t you rest your head on my shoulder You’ve been walkin’ through this world alone No place to call your home except your heartache You’ve been tryin’ to make it all work out When the sun goes down your soul is burdened Oh Magnolia, Oh Magnolia Oh Magnolia, won’t you please come home Oh Magnolia, you don’t have to walk alone Oh Magnolia, won’t you rest your head on my shoulder … . . . . . -- source link