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Who the fuck are you? Acrylic on board 9.8”
Remember The Who? Who are you? Who Who….
I loved that song & the Who, it brings back fond memories of my youth, my teenage years as I started to party, feeling like a rebel for singing “Who the fuck are you?!” Lol Can you ‘see this song & not ‘sing it? Not me.
Now, I see it twirling in my studio - this little collection is entertaining to watch on a breezy day!
I like to ask myself occasionally - Who are you? Especially when distracted by life, others… options. Remembering who I am, above all else - I am a daughter of God, created to create. Sometimes I behave in a way that I myself am not pleased with & I think - Who the fuck are you, Georgia? Is this who you are - is this who you want to be… be better.
To be able to ask this of oneself can be difficult yet empowering. Enlightening.
Occasionally, I ask others: Who the fuck are you? Usually pertaining to someones judgement or opinion of me - who the fuck are you, to judge me… or anyone else for that matter. I wish when younger, I was as confident to ask this question instead of being bothered by someones judgement of me.
We all judge others for a million reasons. I try to refrain, now that I’m older & a bit wiser. Rather than judge’ I remind myself, no one is perfect and we all behave the way we do for a variety of reasons, unless you know every step of someones journey - it’s impossible to 'judge' fairly. It’s more of an assumption. It doesn’t prevent me from thinking someone might be an ass (for example), if so - it’s best to just move on, not focus on who they are but who I am.
I know who am & what I want & work towards it daily.
I want to be a better version of the person than I was yesterday. Especially a better painter & dog mom - haha.
This morning I stepped outside & found a bluejay feather, after painting this owl I went for a walk in the woods with the girls & found another bluejay feather, in mint condition! I love bluejay feathers - to discover 2 in one day is an extra blessing. Perhaps, I am to paint a bluejay next - after my ducks... possibly.
Who the fuck are you? Who Who, Who whooo… heehee.
Remember The Who? Who are you? Who Who….
I loved that song & the Who, it brings back fond memories of my youth, my teenage years as I started to party, feeling like a rebel for singing “Who the fuck are you?!” Lol Can you ‘see this song & not ‘sing it? Not me.
Now, I see it twirling in my studio - this little collection is entertaining to watch on a breezy day!
I like to ask myself occasionally - Who are you? Especially when distracted by life, others… options. Remembering who I am, above all else - I am a daughter of God, created to create. Sometimes I behave in a way that I myself am not pleased with & I think - Who the fuck are you, Georgia? Is this who you are - is this who you want to be… be better.
To be able to ask this of oneself can be difficult yet empowering. Enlightening.
Occasionally, I ask others: Who the fuck are you? Usually pertaining to someones judgement or opinion of me - who the fuck are you, to judge me… or anyone else for that matter. I wish when younger, I was as confident to ask this question instead of being bothered by someones judgement of me.
We all judge others for a million reasons. I try to refrain, now that I’m older & a bit wiser. Rather than judge’ I remind myself, no one is perfect and we all behave the way we do for a variety of reasons, unless you know every step of someones journey - it’s impossible to 'judge' fairly. It’s more of an assumption. It doesn’t prevent me from thinking someone might be an ass (for example), if so - it’s best to just move on, not focus on who they are but who I am.
I know who am & what I want & work towards it daily.
I want to be a better version of the person than I was yesterday. Especially a better painter & dog mom - haha.
This morning I stepped outside & found a bluejay feather, after painting this owl I went for a walk in the woods with the girls & found another bluejay feather, in mint condition! I love bluejay feathers - to discover 2 in one day is an extra blessing. Perhaps, I am to paint a bluejay next - after my ducks... possibly.
Who the fuck are you? Who Who, Who whooo… heehee.
