My Artists

These people right here ^^

Well, these are my parents. My dad is a professional graphic designer. My mum, although she grew up being a nurse, in the last few years has payed attention to her urge to draw and to express herself on canvas and in my opinion I don't think there's any better profession that fits her more. Only today did it dawn on me that both of my parents are artists. Like really, really good artists.

They're my artists:).

I must admit when I had this realization I did have a go at them both as clearly neither of them passed any of this artistic talent on to me genetically! (My dad at this point was quick to remind me that it does skip a generation so suck it basically hahaha!!!) 

I have actually been keeping these pictures on my desktop quietly waiting to make a post about them for a while and I think it's time for that post today. 
My parents, my artists, to me are the best people in the world. And I know people are meant to say that about their parents or close family members etc. etc. whatever but I really, really mean it. And when you know inside and out what people's flaws are and are still able to claim this fact, well there's a lot of strength in that I think.

My mum has taught me to be kind, not in a superficial way but in the real way. How to be truly, truly kind. The kind of kind that you wish people were to you, which is very rare. She has also taught me that a human can attain the most incredible amount of emotional strength.

My dad has taught me how to love people, all kinds of people and how to empathize with people, that not everything is black and white and that there is so much grey in the world that everyone should be given the benefit of the doubt again and again. They are also both incredibly talented artists and I love this adjective for them because it describes them both perfectly. They are both creators. And they're both bloody good at it too.

Of course I do not think they are solely (or at all really) defined by what they do, but to be able to use the term "artist" helps me to better understand and realize the concept that they inspire me. They inspire me with their physical art because it astounds me how they are able to create things and use tools in a way I will never be able to, but they inspire me in their other art, their emotional creations and realizations too. They inspire me to try, to be strong, to get up again and again and keep trying. They inspire me to follow my passions and dreams and encourage me to say no to the world wherever I deem it right to do so. They actually, truly, properly believe in me and this concept keeps me alive and helps me to be kind to myself and to continue whenever I want to give up (which happens almost weekly at the moment I'll be honest!! haha). 

They are two of my favourite people to be around, to discuss concepts with, to laugh with and to learn from and I know that they had to be my parents as they are able to understand me like I don't think any other set of people could do. So to my artist's: I love you both. I miss you always and your artistic flare continues to inspire me. It is because of you both that I am able to believe in myself. I am SO PROUD of you,  BOTH of you, and hope that I can make you feel the same.