Blank Canvas

The first Christmas we were married, my husband bought me a giant white canvas. I had given up on art back then and he was trying to help reignite my flame. We lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment and there was really no place to put a big canvas except right up on the wall. I would look at it every day and dream of how I would fill it. Sure enough, something inside of me started to itch for my brushes again and that part of my soul that yearns to create peeked open. Every January, when I take down Christmas decorations and my living room is empty, I get that same blank canvas feeling. I’m inspired by the clean, blank space that is both my house and my future year. This Christmas I’ve been spending a lot of time on the couch healing a sprained ankle, but it’s given my mind so much time to dream. I have big plans for 2018 and feel more hopeful and excited than ever (I also gave myself deadlines before my deadlines hoping to lower that stress level this year 📉🙌🏻). What are your dreams for 2018? What are you going to fill your canvas-life with? (PS I’m in love with my #blackstrokescalendar from a fellow local artist @okolivia 🖤🖤)