The Key

Hello my dear friends and supporters, Thank you for reading my posts and checking out my drawings and paintings, your support and feedback means more to me than you can ever know. I have something very cool to share with you in this post, something that coincidentally is very timely on this Valentines weekend. One of my followers on Instagram saw this picture I posted and asked if he could write a story about it. Instagram is quite difficult to write a story on, as it limits your comments to 250 characters. I was blown away by the beautiful story @jcenno posted with my drawing. I hope you enjoy it and  check him out on Instagram for more stories and check me out @emeljurd to see lots of shots of my drawings, paintings and other creative exploits I also promise that I am working behind the scenes and will be updating my website soon with a new look, new paintings and PayPal!

The Key

The Key

 

The Key by JC Enno

 

The tear glistened like a liquid heart as it fell into the dirt. I’ve known her for longer than I can remember. Watching her grow toward the sunlight, persevering through the winters and embracing the springs.

 

Each time she opened herself up, she knew it might lead to limbs breaking and hearts splattering the ground like fallen fruit. Each time she would pick herself up and grow stronger. Sometimes I helped but most of the time I just listened.

 

I had only one concern. She grew stronger yes but her key was soon becoming out of reach. In a branch buried so high amongst the colourful leaves of her soul that only birds or angels could reach it.

 

“I’ve had enough,” she shouted, shaking every leaf and fibre of her being. “There’s only so much a person can take. Every time it’s something else, some flaw, some quirk that they can’t stand.”

 

I stood amongst the remains and knew each piece intimately; that’s where she took things too seriously, over there was where she wasn’t serious enough, behind that is where she wasn’t pretty, next to where her looks made him jealous, toward the back is where she was considered boring and beneath that is where she didn’t spend enough time with him.

 

I asked, “You know it’s your imperfections that I adore the most right?”

 

Surprised, she let out a shuddering breath as I felt a metal object fall from the sky and hit me on the head.

 

Til next time,

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Setting Up My Gallery

Well exciting news! (At least for me) Rather than waiting for the perfect images or the perfect blog to post, I have decided to just start and no doubt as time goes on I will get better at all things related to this site. Being a perfectionist can be so crippeling, perfect rarely exists in the way we think it ‘should” and there’s so much more fun and learning in imperfect. So to counter this particular personality challenge, I have created a mid-years resolution:  Just give it a go! Simple, but profound. This website is one of the many results of this new perspective and through it I hope to share many other challenges and outcomes, as I journey toward transforming my life again.

Thank you for reading my first post and please visit my ‘Gallery’ page to see  images of my work from the last few months. (Click the bars at the top left of this page)There is also an image I just posted on the New Work page, giving a preview of the direction my current work is going in.

I would love to hear your feedback and hope to put more information about my work, inspirations and  images in the near future.(probably after the school holidays)

Till next time, share the love.

Emel