Story: Writing ought to have come easily to me. I mean, I've been reading for as long as I can remember. My mum says that once I started, she couldn't make me stop. And I read anything and everything: books, magazines, newspapers, the backs of cereal packets (yeah, I'm that girl). Words are my favourite thing in this world, and I really did think that I might have some of my own. But when I sat down to write, nothing came out. Well, nothing interesting. Nothing compelling. Nothing moving. And I wanted to write something heart-stopping and page-turning and unputdownable. Of course, I tried the obvious strategies. I searched my imagination for stories yet to be told. I mapped out point-by-point plans. I gave myself a quiet place to write. And ended up with nothing more than a lot of waste paper. Until I looked inside my heart. It's hard to write about what you really feel. Because there's always the chance your readers might see right inside your soul. But once I started, it was just like reading: I couldn't stop. It took me a lot of searching, but now I know just how to go about finding my words.
Media: Acrylic and mixed media
Surface: Box canvas
Size: 20cm x 20cm x 1.5cm [depth]; 7.87" x 7.87" x 0.59" [depth]
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