A quick introduction for all of you new to my art journey and a warm hello to those who have been part of my creative explorations for a while.
My name is Mansi (phonetic: maan-see) and I am a creativity facilitator currently working on a book with hopes to amplify the happiness quotient in this world one little token of love at a time.
I create because it brings me joy. I give away my art because it makes people smile.
I am getting better at saying no to activities and people that I feel I need to tolerate. It includes bungee jumping.
I don’t like bugs. Nope. None of them.
Most days I find it hard to adult. But I do it well regardless.
Imperfection is necessary. But it isn’t an excuse for laziness.
I love this version of myself.
I have a firm understanding that life is short and can come to an abrupt end at any time.
I don’t take my privileges for granted.
Above everything else I value honesty and kindness.
I think everyone has a perspective. I also think we can disagree on everything but still be kind at heart.
Actions always speak louder than words in my world. So does silence.
Writing fills my heart. As does reading … but making time for it is hard, given all the writing…
I think life is full of dichotomies and nuances.
I don’t have a favorite color because context matters.
Simplicity — in all its forms — appeals to me.
Being honest with myself is the hardest thing I’ve done as an adult.
Creativity comes in spurts to me. Procrastination seems to help.
I feel deeply. I share openly. Vulnerability shouldn’t have to be courageous since it’s synonymous with being human.
I am learning constantly.
Sleep is underrated and overrated at the same time. So is weightlifting.
Success is relative. Always.
Sugar is a drug of choice. I may be an addict.
I don’t use reference images, I don’t have a particular art niche. I also don’t subscribe to trends, probably because I was never into popularity.
My childhood wounds inform the kind of parenting I do.
I question the status quo. A lot.
I don’t have many friends. But I am well-liked.
Also well-despised.
Dogs make me feel whole. They see me as I see them.
I used to say I’m damaged goods. I now know that everyone is broken…some know it, a few acknowledge it, and a handful embrace it as part of this adventure called life.
Thank you for being here.
Do you and I have anything in common? I’d love to know!
I can relate to so many of your feelings. Had to laugh at the one about "tolerating" certain friends. I've just decided that there are 3, I tolerate and are negative friends. Why? Because I wanted to be nice to them. I can still be nice, but just not hang out with them. That's my newest revelation. : )
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I’m going to start doing this! Would you mind sharing the link to your large bookmark/cards?