Why Creative Souls Collect Beauty...
There was a time in my life when my “art budget” was exactly zero. No new paints. No fancy books. No online classes. Nothing. But my creative eye was still hungry. So I did what so many quiet, resourceful artists do: I started collecting beauty in the only way I could. I would walk from library to library all over town, always drifting toward the little corner where they kept their discarded and free magazines. Most people passed them by without a second glance, but to me? They were treasure chests. A flicker of color, a flower petal, a bold brushstroke, a sunset… it all felt like a tiny spark I could tuck into my pocket. I’d gather those magazines like they were prize jewels. At home, I’d sit at the kitchen table with a pair of scissors, slowly cutting out the images that spoke to me — the ones with bold color, soft light, Impressionistic movement, or a simple shape that made my heart catch for half a second. Those moments mattered. They still do. And because I couldn’t be...