Hello! My name is Emma. I am an artist, but I didn't always believe that.
When I was 5 years old, I decided that I couldn’t draw. I came to this conclusion by comparing my skills with the work of the 10-year-olds next door (my childhood heroes). Perfectionism starts early, I guess!
I found another creative outlet when I learned how to write. I would spend hours “drawing alphabets” and later was given a calligraphy set. I was hooked! It helped that no other kids I knew were doing calligraphy, so there was no risk of being shamed by comparison.
If you tell yourself something often enough, it gets a hold on you. (Even if it's ridiculous). I spent years telling myself I couldn’t do things and was secretly convinced that I was a failure at life. This was despite being generally good at school, having a family who loves me to bits, and a really good life overall.
There were some weird and difficult bits like growing up across cultures—my parents, who are from Australia and Sweden, worked in Africa for 10 years while I was a kid. Because of that I went to boarding school which convinced me that my family didn’t love me. And then we moved back to Australia when I was 13, which is a rough age to have culture shock. But who doesn't have hard things in their life?
I kept writing/drawing/calligraphising because I loved it. Negative words are strong, but the truth wrestles them down given half a chance. Eventually I started to believe what God has been telling me all along—that I am loved, I am brave, I can do this, and I will never be alone.
Someone can be practically shouting at you but you just can’t hear what they are saying, until you clean the gunk out of your ears. Lettering is one of the ways I do that.
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