As a writer, it’s rewarding when people take away my books (after purchasing or receiving a copy). My art, however, is truly unique. Even when reproducing works (I’m a fan of Salvador Dali), I infuse my distinct touch into each piece.
Recently, I came to a realization—I love my art, whether it’s deemed crap or a masterpiece. Each creation is mine, and one of a kind. I doubt I could replicate a piece entirely, even if I tried. So why mention this? Well, a significant portion of my art is on display at the Smyrna Public Library all through December.
Surprisingly, I was offered all the display cases for the month. Initially unsure if I could fill them, I reached out to friends to share the space, but alas, that didn’t pan out. Hence, I brought in the best of my pieces (so far). Carefully arranging them, I ensured the display was neither overflowing nor gaudy. My opinion is that cluttered spaces distract from the art.
Stepping back, I marveled at my work and snapped pictures. At home, the pieces seem alright, but within the cabinets, they truly shine. I was genuinely impressed, surprised even, that I was the artist behind these beautiful creations. I’m ecstatic about showcasing my work, yet as I departed, a pang of sadness hit me—I felt like I was leaving my babies behind. Though I know they’ll be safe in the locked cabinets, the feeling lingers. I know I’ll have to get over it.
If you happen to be in the Smyrna, TN area, drop by the library and say hello to my creations. Some may even be available for sale (possibly). It’s a bit challenging to let go, but I’ll eventually have to part with them.
Now, it’s time to dive back into creating more…
Wishing you a wonderful Sunday! Hugs and Blessings 🌻
We are Creatively Unlimited! 
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