Let them go

Sometimes, God removes people from your life.

Let them go.

Not everyone is meant to go where you’re going—

And that’s okay.

To rise higher, some will fall behind.

Let them fall.

You are called to something special.

You didn’t fight battles all your life for nothing.

You’ve been prepared.

You’ve been seasoned for such a time as this.

Your heart was broken so you could love what God loves.

Your mind was renewed to see what God sees.

Your soul was wounded to recognize what the wounded need.

And now—

You will rise to help others, just as others once helped you.

That’s how it works. That’s how you pay it forward.

You didn’t bow to peer pressure—

You turned to the Source of Life.

You sought the Helper.

You did the hard inner work to heal from your traumas.

You labored. You wept.

Tears fell in secret—

But God saw every one.

You went through trials that would make others faint—

Yet you survived.

You didn’t surrender to the crowd.

You didn’t conform to their expectations.

You bowed only to God.

You searched for your true identity,

And dared to look inside,

Sorting through what was godly

While surrendering the rest for transformation.

You didn’t let the devil define you.

You gave it your best.

You fought the good fight.

You endured. You were diligent.

You aligned yourself with the Divine.

You prayed with passion.

And you learned—

Only God can change people.

And only if they are willing.

You learned to love from a distance.

You learned you are made of stronger stuff than you ever knew.

You became strong for yourself—

And for others.

You learned how to let go.

How to let God.

You accepted that life doesn’t always go your way.

And that’s alright.

You learned how to navigate the unexpected.

You learned to wait.

You learned that some things never arrive—

And even that is okay.

You endured deep disappointment,

And discovered that healing takes time.

You learned to look around the corner—

You never know what God has waiting there.

You became creative with life.

You discovered that not everyone is who you thought they were.

And that some people will never think the way you do.

But most of all, you learned this:

You are a good person.

No matter what others think.

You love deeply.

You see the good in yourself—and in others.

And that, my friend,

Is gold.

Prince of Peace

Here is “The Prince of Peace”. I worked hard on this one to get it just right. It was well worth the 20 plus hours(I so lose track of time when I paint) I put in.

I am well pleased with who it turned out. When you see it in person the brushstrokes are visible and the roses look 3D. I worked especially hard on his face as I wanted a certain look of peace, prayer and waiting. Can you see it?? He is praying to the father, he is very much at peace and is waiting for the Holy Spirit to come rest on Him.

I decided to paint this with high quality paints and I’m so glad I did. The colours are sharp and vivid.,The white just glows. I will not use different brand again. Golden is my brand.

I love the way my eclectic background turned out. The background stayed in the background making the dove and figure of Jesus stand out. There is a very fine line with making that happen. Colours have to be exact.

I did not want a “Catholic” halo around His head if you know what I mean, not that there is anything wrong with that as they are quite lovely but it’s not the look I wanted. I just wanted Him to glow making a slight halo but not obvious like I’ve seen in other paintings depicted usually by Catholics.

The cross behind the dove was a great addition. It’s painted in gold acrylic paint. There is also fine lines in gold pen in geometric shapes.

My spiritual journey has been long and hard but I’ve learned a lot through the years. Jesus comes first for me. I am so thankful to have Him in my life. It’s so much better with Him in my life than without. There is nothing like hearing the voice of the most high God speak to you and that you know you have actually heard Him. It’s amazing. I don’t think I’d trade that for anything.

“Heaven sings the song”

Title: Heaven Sings the Song

Caption:

“Heaven sings the song — and we are carried along with it, not by our own choosing, but by the gentle pull of something greater.

This piece is a romantic fusion of ethereal dreams and heartfelt music, where roses, melody, and spirit bloom as one.

May we always be ready to hear Heaven’s song… and follow.”

“We may step away from the melody we were meant to sing, choosing instead to follow a different tune. But this song will be filled with harsh notes, unpleasant to the ear, lacking the peaceful melody our spirit longs for. It will remain this way until we return to the song we were truly made to sing. Though the lyrics and melodies may be difficult at times, the peace and contentment that come from embracing it will be worth it. Sing your song. Your spirit knows it well.”

If Van Gogh and I had a painting baby

Hello everyone, I went to a show in Halifax where it was Van Gogh paintings everywhere, on the walls, ceilings and floor. It was so amazing and well done. It felt like the paintings were alive. It was magical and awe inspiring. I loved it so much I want to go back. I fell in love with Van Gogh’s story and paintings.

My style of painting is called Ethereal, Eclectic, Romanticism and so I decided I wanted to paint a Van Gogh painting in my style. This is what it turned out like. I’m quite pleased with it. It’s a small painting 8 x 10 and so sweet. It is painted with Golden paints and it’s on a heavy duty wrapped canvas. High quality.

I have two more paintings that I painted at the same time as this one and so the colours go well with it. I will show them once all the details are done on the other ones and can take all the pictures of them. I will take pictures of all of them together so you can see how they go together. The other two are 9 x 12.

Unfortunately pictures don’t show the actual colours exactly. The colours are medium teal with touches of blues, yellows, pinks and blacks, dark teals and greens. Gold swirls and sparkles shine in the light. Lovely.

Making of “Heart Song”

 

Welcome to My World of Painting

I began painting seriously during COVID, during one of the loneliest times of my life. At the time, I was working at a seniors boarding home and had to stay isolated to avoid bringing the virus to them. My routine was limited to work and occasional grocery trip, beyond that, I was stuck at home, staring at four walls that seemed to close in on me.

I’m not much of a phone talker, so even that wasn’t appealing. The loneliness became overwhelming, and I felt like I was on the verge of losing my mind. Desperate for something to fill my time and keep me grounded, I searched for an outlet, something that would help me stay sane.

For some reason, painting came to mind. I had dabbled in it before but never felt confident enough to continue. Self-doubt had always held me back. But this time, with more life experience and a newfound determination to overcome my low self-esteem, I made up my mind: I was going to succeed.

I had once heard that there are angels assigned to help us, but many remain “unemployed”simply waiting to be called upon. That idea stuck with me, and I decided to hire a team of them to guide me in my painting. Around the same time, I had been following Demitra Milan, who often spoke about finding her painting voice. I didn’t fully understand what that meant, but I was determined to find mine.

I started gathering inspiration, asking myself: What do I love? Who am I? What needs to come out of me? I quieted my soul and listened. The world had become a bleak, dreary place, filled with uncertainty, and I needed to create beauty and lightheartedness, not just for myself, but for others.

I focused on what brought me joy: faces, hearts, pearls, doves, butterflies, gems, roses, and romantic, spiritual themes. But I didn’t want my art to be too overtly romantic. I needed something to balance it. That’s when my unique style, Ethereal Eclectic Romanticism, was born. I’ve never found another artist with my exact style, and that makes it even more special to me.

I love the dreamy essence of spirit, the softness of romanticism, but I also crave an eclectic touch, something unexpected. That’s why I incorporate geometric patterns to contrast the delicate elements. The combination creates harmony: dreamy yet structured, romantic yet grounded.

My color choices are just as intentional. I’m drawn to Clear Spring colors, vibrant yet fresh, full of energy and light. After much trial and error, I realized that these colors also suit me personally. With my neutral skin tone and a slight warm undertone, I can wear shades from multiple seasons, Summer, Winter, Spring, and Autumn, but Spring tones are my absolute favorite. They bring me joy, and I use them not only in my paintings but also in my decor.

Art has given me purpose, joy, and healing. It has transformed my loneliness into something beautiful. And through my paintings, I hope to share that beauty with others.

This is my beginning stage of “Heart Song” 

I named it “Heart Song” because that is what it is. 

It’s what I found that was in me. It’s my very essence at the core of my being. It’s what makes me…me. 

I made a source for my painting and put a grid on it and then a grid on my canvas. I drew it out and put everything in place. You don’t have to follow your source exactly. Let the paint lead you. Look at it and see what it needs. 

Here are some steps to the finished painting. You will see it changed a few times. 

I added base colours to everything next. Getting the colours in the right place is key. 

I then started refining the colours, brightening or darkening accordingly. I also started honing in on details. 

Next I started shading and refining the face, hands and doves. I added more details to the flowers and made them drip. I added med the pearls which I love in a lot of my paintings. The eclectic shapes started shaping up. 

I continued adjusting and working on the face and doves as those are the focus of the paintings. 

Something bothered me about the lower half of the painting and so I started working in shape of the torso and arm. It was out of proportion and so I had to figure out a way to make it work. 

I refined and adjusted until it looked in proportion with the head. I also wanted the light to shine in a certain colour and kept tweaking the colours around the halo. 

I refined the body even more to get proportions more accurately. I then needed to figure out what I would have her wear. I wanted her to be classy looking but still sensual. Details were added to the pearls. 

I opted for painting a lace dress. I refined the face even more until I had better face proportions. I then looked online for a nice pair of earrings and painted them. I painted more details in the flowers and dark area. I added tiny flowers to the blue flowing veil. 

I next honed in on the blowing in the breeze ribbon. Added still more details to the flowers and drips. Also refined some more of the background. 

The painting was finally starting to come together. 

The finishing touches are always the most exciting. Figuring out what to place in her hand, making the different coloured pearls pop, adding the lattice work in the background as a last minute decision, doing the fine lace detail around the halo, adding lines and touches of gold and the finally getting to sign my finished piece! 

I like to add poetry for my paintings as well. In this piece it describes from where I’ve been to where I am now. 

It shows what I had to suffer to get what I have now. It did not come easy. 

The Answer Within

Why does she see the beauty—

Is it all she’s ever known?

Or has she faced the shadows,

The cracks, the thorns, the stone?

Has she seen the bad, the unclean,

The bitter taste of loss?

Was life unkind to break her,

Or to teach her what it cost?

Was her innocence stolen too early,

To leave her broken, torn?

Or was it meant to shape her heart—

To feel what others mourn?

Did the world strip away her trust,

To fill her soul with pain,

Or mold her into tenderness

For those who felt the same?

Was she bullied just to knock her down,

To make her rise once more?

Was shame a cloak to weigh her down

Or strength she learned to store?

Why did life seem to hate her so—

Was it envy for her grace?

Did it sense the fire she carried,

The courage it couldn’t erase?

Did it know, beneath the quiet,

A voice was whispering clear—

You are not a quitter, love,

You’re stronger than your fear.

Did she hide behind a fragile mask,

Afraid to show her tears?

Did life grow too cruel for her gentle heart,

Trying to silence the light she steers?

Yet she did not break—she only bent,

Her spirit held its ground.

She wore her scars like battle marks,

Proof she was never bound.

For beauty bloomed in cracks of pain,

In places torn apart.

The scars she bore became her art—

A map of her healing heart.

She rose because she chose to rise,

To own both ache and grace.

For even when life burned her down,

She found beauty in that space.

I hope you enjoyed the making of “Heart Song” 

It was my pleasure to create it and share it for everyone to see and hopefully learn how your worse night mare can become your greatest strength. 

Wear your scars with pride, you owe it to yourself.