When I was 7, a renowned painter declared to Dad, right in front of me, that I don’t have the talent to be an artist… thus started my self doubt about my creativity until 23 years later, in a kinesiology session, this suppressed memory was unintentionally recalled and related emotions released…..
I am still not an “artist” and yet I am ready to come play! : )
p.s. I’m holding a giant zucchini (13 Jan 08)