Original artwork description:

The Ugly Duckling

Years ago, when I began to paint,
A question was asked, and I felt faint,
"What do you do?" with a curious tone,
I replied, "I'm an artist," but felt I was thrown.

With a feeling of guilt, I couldn't believe
That I said it, but still my brain wouldn't conceive.
I wanted to study Art Therapy,
And enrolled for a taster day at a university.

I found my entity and learnt that I was indeed an artist,
Though the thought still felt presumptuous and did persist.
At the taster day, I took part in a group session,
Where we acted out the story of the
Ugly Duckling's progression.

From being called names, to feeling alone,
The ugly duckling found her true self, and I too was shown.
I felt so comfortable in the fourth act,
And with my whole being,
I accepted that I am, a Swan, an artist in fact.

Liberated and free, I felt nothing could weigh me down,
On a cloud of joy, and a will to
live for art and its crown.
No longer caring what others may say or think,
I knew who I was, and my passion would not shrink.

So here I stand, proud of my craft and my call,
Embracing my artistic spirit, standing tall.
For I am an artist, with my own unique style,
Creating my vision, with my paint and my brush pile.

Materials used:

Canvas supported by wooden stretcher

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