Mess as a dress

The days I am color-coded it’s because something else is out of its place.

no, I don’t have tolerance or patience to be a perfectionist. I throw things and see what falls to find it’s place.

I never know the end game when I start to create art or get close to someone. I take the brush without a picture in mind. The thrill of it all…

I am as surprised to always see what comes out.

Be it grey, be it pink, maybe a new link. A lesson and a masterpiece

And it’s always beautiful, unique and irreplaceable 🌻🥀🌼

I end up with a lesson learned or a masterpiece in my hand.

You can call me the lady who wears mess as a dress

Published by Muni_Mar

Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I speak up on tabooed topics as I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi. chao

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