Lately, I've been writing a some simple rhymes.
Today I thought of one:
some were big
some were small
some I never recovered from
some were old
some were new
but after each one
I grew and grew
I still make them every day
still I cry still I pay
I know this will always be
The mistakes I make are what makes me
I also emptied a matchbox after lighting a candle and I had a big pile of failed watercolors. All of that combined to make this little book box:
|Front of Mistakes (all pieces of failed paintings)|
|Back of Mistakes|
What do you do with your mistakes?
If you're interested in this little box of mistakes, it's for sale in my Etsy Shop for $10.