#I just like Edward hopper paintings

[peresephoknee]

[invisiblue]

Billie Eilish, Everything I wanted || Emily Dickson, A great hope fell || House of the Dragon, S2E2 || Billie Eilish, Everything I wanted || House of the Dragon, S2E2 || Susan Sontag, As consciousness is harnessed to flesh || House of the Dragon, S2E1 || Billie Eilish, Everything I wanted || House of the Dragon, S1E2 || Fortesa Latifi, The truth about grief || Billie Eilish, Everything I wanted || Edward Hopper, Automat || House of the Dragon, S2E8 || Clarice Lispector, A breath of life || House of the Dragon, S1E1 || Clarice Lispector, A breath of life || Billie Eilish, Everything I wanted

A 3-part web weaving for Alicent Hightower

Marriage, Motherhood, Childhood x

Castle, Prison, Ghost x

Solitude, Grief, Silence x

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

Sun in an Empty Room (Edward Hopper)

Rooms By The Sea (Edward Hopper)

[wallpaper-inside-my-heart]

Family christmas dinner today... So in order to keep my sansity a bit; Everyone please go pick:

Patterns by TheStitchPatterns - Etsy.de 💚

[sherdnerd]

Thanks for the tag @enlitment!

rules: post 4 pieces of art you like and make a poll so that people can vote for their favourite, then tag 4 friends to do the same

Be glad that I didn't just do 4 of the course of empire paintings! Also not me taking literally the entire day to think about this oops

I'll tag @tunathena @wilted-wizard @sparrowsarecool & @english-soda if yall feel up to it! And If I didn't tag you, feel free to jump on anyway!

Tagged by @permanenthistorydamage (my sister in many things).

rules: post 4 pieces of art you like and make a poll so that people can vote for their favourite, then tag 4 friends to do the same

Tagging @enlitment @echo-bleu @clove-pinks @fleur-de-paris

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve sniffled as he cleaned off Eddie's gravestone once again. The town had been saved, the crack closed, and somehow Vecna had been defeated. No one really knew what happened. Only that a mysterious figure with wings had saved their asses. El was still trying to find them, but they were hiding themselves pretty well. Hopper believed he slunk back into the Upside Down before it closed, but no one else believed that, especially Dustin. He didn't say it outloud, but he knew the kid believed that it had somehow been Eddie. Steve didn't want to discourage him or get his hopes up. He didn't know what to do.

All he could do now was to keep cleaning Eddie's headstone. Edward Munson: Now At Peace. Yeah, right. People keep spray painting "burn in hell" across the headstone. He didn't deserve this. . . Even in death, they were still fucking with him. Steve let out a strangled yell and threw the rag.

"It's not fucking fair!" Steve snapped.

Steve breathed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. He stared at the headstone and did some breathing exercises to help calm him down. Now would be the perfect time to tell him everything, at least, Robin said it would help.

"I never got to really know you, man," Steve said. "And I really wish that I did, though. I wish I could see you play that guitar even at the Hideout. . .to see you up on that stage. I kind of wanted to see you graduate, too. I would have loved to see you give Higgins the finger. I always hated that guy. Fucking asshole. I would have loved to see you DM up on your throne. I'm not sure I would be able to play, I honestly would have gotten distracted. I wish I knew more than that, though. Like, what's your favorite song? Your favorite movie? Your favorite color, man? I don't know. . .anything. I wish you were here to tell me. I just wish. . ."

He stood there for a moment as though he were expecting an answer. Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He went to reach for the rag, but someone beat him to it. A man with a hat over his head and sunglasses on his face was kneeling in front of Eddie's grave. Steve had no clue who it was.

"Let me help, son," the man said in a deep southern accent.

Steve had been spending enough time with Wayne and Dustin to realize that this man sounded an awful lot like Wayne with his accent. He knew it wasn't Wayne, though, because this man was too young and he knew that Wayne was working.

"You didn't do this, did you?" Steve asked.

"I just want to help, boy," the man said. "A handsome man like Eddie Munson doesn't deserve this. Although, I guess you could say he is hot as hell."

"That's a weird thing to say about a dead guy," Steve said, scrunching up his nose. "Did you know him?"

"You could say that. You could also say that I knew him a little too well," he said. "I kind of overheard your speech there, son. I can answer some of those questions for you, ya know?"

"I - would like that," Steve said softly as he grabbed the extra rag and knelt down to clean up the headstone.

"Well, most people would think differently about his favorite song. He loved the song Rolling Stone by Muddy Waters. His mama would teach him how to dance to that song. Sometimes, she would place him on her feet. He loves red, but he also loves the color blue," the man said. "He loves Conan the Barbarian. He used to sneak into the theater with his best friend, Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, she was the first friend he ever made, and she was never more than his best friend despite him making an embarrassing move on her," he chuckled.

"That sounds familiar," Steve laughed. "He told you all this?"

"In a way," he said. "Ronnie showed him the way into leading lost sheep. His uncle gave him the kick in the ass he needed into not giving a fuck what other people thought of him. He still had some learning to do. He was kind of queer in the head, though, despite all of that."

"What? Who cares what he was into?" Steve scoffed. "Are you seriously judging him on that? I'm queer in the head myself."

"Wait, hold on, son. I ain't judging him for that, and you do know that queer also means weird, right?" The man asked.

"Yeah. . .I mean, I forgot," Steve stuttered.

"Should I just forget that you came out to a complete stranger, son? Doesn't matter, I didn't have a problem with Eddie being like that," he said, and then he dropped the accent. "I can't believe you did that!"

He dropped the hat and the sunglasses, slapping his knees as he stood up. Steve gaped up at him. His hair was cut short, but he would recognize those dimples anywhere. He was grinning wildly down at Steve.

"Eddie?!" Steve choked and he stood up.

"Hey, Stevie," Eddie said.

It was the first time he had called him that, and it made his stomach flutter. His brain tried so hard to comprehend that it was Eddie, but he looked so drastically different without his hair that he couldn't really focus. He noticed that he was also wearing a hoodie and a polo that looked awfully familiar.

"Hey, that's my polo," Steve said.

"Yeah, I broke into your house," Eddie said. "I wanted to look the least like myself."

"Why?" Steve asked.

"So, that people won't try to murder me, Steven," Eddie said.

"No, I mean, I get that. Why the deception?" He asked.

"Hi, I'm Eddie Munson. I like to be dramatic," he said, and he held out his hand. "Go ahead, take it."

Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie's like he was shaking his hand. His skin was cool to the touch, and Steve couldn't help but stare at it.

"You're real," he whispered.

"Very," he grinned.

"Why is your hand so cold?" Steve asked.

"I'm vampire now so. . . ," Eddie said, shaking his head from side to side.

"You were the mysterious figure that destroyed Vecna," Steve said in realization.

"He tried to make me his little bitch. Wanted me to do all his dirty work and kill of you," Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No thanks. I can't even clean my room when my uncle asks, and I love the man. Do you think I'm going to kill people I care about for someone I hate? Yeah, no."

"You saved us. You saved this town despite the fact that they hate you for no goddamn reason," Steve said.

"Well, my dad conned half the town, so yeah," Eddie shrugged, and then his eyes lit up. "Oh, I saved Higgins! You should have seen the egg on his face. He does know I'm alive, but he probably feels guilty about blackmailing me into dropping out in '84 now."

"He did what?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, crazy story. I should tell you all about it over dinner," Eddie said.

"That was smooth," Steve smirked.

Eddie ran his hand over the vest Steve was wearing and smirked.

"My vest looks good on top of a polo," Eddie said and paused, looking at him softly. "I'm not going to waste my chance this time. Hey, Steve?"

Suddenly, Steve was brought back to the Upside Down, and Eddie had looked at him with meaningful eyes before they parted ways. The memory was soon gone.

"Yeah?"

Eddie grabbed him by the vest and pulled him in, crashing their lips together. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck, pulling him in closer as he deepened the kiss as Steve gripped his hips. Eddie broke the kiss, allowing Steve to breathe.

"We're kissing over your grave," Steve said.

"Better than walking over it," Eddie cackled.

Steve suddenly began pushing him backward until Eddie's back hit the tree that was next to his grave. He pressed his body up against Eddie's and covered his mouth with his own. He really should care that he was making out in a cemetery, but all he was aware of was Eddie. Eddie's mouth against his, Eddie's tongue making its way back in, and Eddie's hands quickly pulling his polo out of his pants so his hands could press themselves against his skin. All that mattered was how alive Eddie was and how much Steve could feel it. It was like all the lights were turning on inside of him, and it was Eddie that was flipping them on. Steve quickly broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against his, breathing heavily.

"We better stop before we do something else in cemetery that we're not supposed to," Steve said.

"Probably a good idea," Eddie said. "I think we just gave a granny quite a shock."

Steve looked over his shoulder and saw an older woman standing a few yards away, looking appalled.

"My God. She's literally clutching her pearls," Steve said.

"What do you think it is? That we're two men or that we're making out in a graveyard?" Eddie asked.

"Young man, my hearing is just fine! I don't care if you two have dicks! I mind that you two are fooling around in the place where the dead sleep!" She scowled.

Eddie and Steve looked at her in shock for a moment.

"I was not expecting her to say that," Steve said with wide eyes.

"Who would?" Eddie asked and glanced at the old woman. "Alright, time to adopt a grandmother."

"No, Eddie, we have to tell everyone you're alive, especially Wayne and Dustin," Steve said.

"Right. . .Dustin. Shit, I died in front of him. I know this is a stupid question, but how is he?" Eddie winced.

"Devestated but also hopeful that the mysterious figure who saved us all was you," Steve said and took Eddie's hand. "Let's get you home."

They laced their fingers together and walked out of the cemetery, apologizing to the granny as they left. They didn't care if anyone saw them, but after the town nearly went apocalyptic, how could anything else matter? The only thing that mattered was that they were both very much alive.

[storiesoflilies]

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have you ever dreamt of the faraway milky stars and the salt of the deep ocean, my darlings? perhaps you could sit here with me for a while, and we could dream together…

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hello my darlings! i have decided to do a little collab event to celebrate reaching over 300 followers <3

what is the theme? well… the theme is all about travelling to that whimsical universe in your head that inspires you to create wonderful things.

my all-time goal has been to write pieces that transport readers to another place, even if it’s only for a little drop in time. some of my best work is born when i listen to music that fits the vibe of what i’m trying to write or when i see artwork that inspires me.

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my inspired whimsical darlings:

᭞𓇼 ‘abalone’ (tojixreader) by @bungalowbear / inspired by the painting ‘lighthouse hill’ by edward hopper.

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᭞𓇼 ‘sugar and seaglass’ (gojoxreader) by @madaqueue / inspired by the song ‘sweet/i thought you wanted to dance’ by tyler the creator.

᭞𓇼 ‘goblin market’ (sukunaxreader) by @ffsg0jo / inspired by the poem ‘the goblin market’ by christina rossetti - coming soon!

᭞𓇼 ‘the ballad of nevermore’ (gojo/toji/sukuna/getoxreader) by @ffsg0jo / inspired by the book ‘once upon a broken heart’ by stephanie garber - coming soon!

᭞𓇼 ‘in heavy mist, in glitter dusk’ (sukunaxreader) by @pinknipszz / inspired by the song ‘girlfriend’ by hemlocke springs - coming soon!

᭞𓇼 ‘now you’re a stranger, but i’m still july’ (kafkaxreader) by @neptuneblue / inspired by the song ‘august’ by flipturn – coming soon!

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[artsandculture]

Nighthawks (1942) 🎨 Edward Hopper 🏛️ The Art Institute of Chicago 📍 Chicago, United States

Edward Hopper said that “Nighthawks” was inspired by “a restaurant on New York’s Greenwich Avenue where two streets meet,” but the image—with its carefully constructed composition and lack of narrative—has a timeless, universal quality that transcends its particular locale. One of the best-known images of twentieth-century art, the painting depicts an all-night diner in which three customers, all lost in their own thoughts, have congregated. Hopper’s understanding of the expressive possibilities of light playing on simplified shapes gives the painting its beauty. Fluorescent lights had just come into use in the early 1940s, and the all-night diner emits an eerie glow, like a beacon on the dark street corner. Hopper eliminated any reference to an entrance, and the viewer, drawn to the light, is shut out from the scene by a seamless wedge of glass. The four anonymous and uncommunicative night owls seem as separate and remote from the viewer as they are from one another. (The red-haired woman was actually modeled by the artist’s wife, Jo.) Hopper denied that he purposefully infused this or any other of his paintings with symbols of human isolation and urban emptiness, but he acknowledged that in “Nighthawks” “unconsciously, probably, I was painting the loneliness of a large city.”

[dykeofmisfortune]

im bored so 5 edward hopper paintings and a piece of media they remind me of (i fucking LOVE edward hopper paintings pls indulge)

1. Summer Afternoon, 1947:

This reminds me of Thunder Road by Bruce Springsteen. Just, the whole vibe looks lonely, quiet, and intimate, but full of potential energy all the same. 

2. High Noon, 1949:

My Own Private Idaho. Obviously. I actually think the shots of the house in the desert from the movie could be referencing this painting. I’d like to imagine that woman is Mike’s mother. god i fucking love that movie.

3. Nighthawks, 1942:

I know everyone knows this one. this one to me is Darkness on the Edge of Town by Bruce Springsteen. the whole vibe kinda reminds me of the depressing working man vibe of the album and specifically the song. i wrote an essay on this album analyzing it through a queer lens and i brought up this painting idk it just. it fits.

4. Gas, 1940

This reminds me of Bojack Horseman season 4 episode 2 “The Old Sugarman Place.” Such a great episode and if u havent seen it i totally recommend watching the series. It’s so beautiful and this road with the gas station reminds me of the road out from the house into town where things went wrong and man. it’s so heartwrenching.

5. New York Corner, 1913

Scapegoat but this reminds me so much of Catcher in the Rye. It looks like winter, and it’s in new york city. Actually a lot of edward hopper’s whole career could be catcher because it’s just all about lonliness and people. This is how i think holden caulfield sees the streets; it looks bleak and everyone is the same.

[smute]

i went on a little walk earlier and had the most magical time. it was just after dark so everything was illuminated, and i saw a middle aged couple dancing in their kitchen, perfectly framed by a window. honestly, the whole scene felt like an edward hopper painting. that mix of intrigue and voyeurism and connection and detachment – out of the blue you catch a glimpse of this moment of intense intimacy, and it feels like such an intrusion but it's presented to you as if in a literal showcase so you can't really look away. and so you look, and in the span of a single moment these two figures transform into people – people with names and thoughts and feelings and families and friends and dreams and wishes and pets and desires and opinions, and suddenly you realize that you've become part of that moment – because you're witnessing it. you're part of the moment yet you know that you're looking at something you're not supposed to see. it is happening in your view but it's not happening for your pleasure. but you are pleased by it. there's a connection now, between you and these random strangers – one they will never know about. in 5 years i could pass by their house again and look through that same window and remember the night i saw them dancing in their kitchen. there would be a sense of familiarity contained in that memory, and perhaps even a little fondness, and i would still be a stranger to them.

[miralia]

art makes me insane like. how am i supposed to just be normal when hayao miyazaki director of studio ghibli said "i would like to make a film to tell children 'it's good to be alive'", when kim nam-joon the leader of bts said "why am i making music? i feel like i'm dying if i not do this", when hiromu arakawa the mangaka of fullmetal alchemist said "even when our eyes our closed, there's a whole world that exists outside ourselves and our dreams", when vincent van gogh said "i don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream", when georgia o'keefe said "when you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. i want to give that world to someone else", when edward hopper said "maybe i am not very human. what i wanted to do was paint sunlight on the side of a house", when

yeah i'm totally normal about art

[red1culous]

Ambrosia

A/N: Inspired by a scene from 1883.

You sit. Hunched over assignments you were meant to have finished grading two days ago. You’ve been sitting in that same spot since late morning nursing the same cup of cold coffee. The patrons of the small cafe did not seem to mind seeing as you were a regular who tipped well. 

Every inch of your tiny table was covered with assignment booklets. You had separated them into piles of ‘Good’, ‘Meh’ and ‘WTF is this shit’. You look up from the mess in front of you and focus your eyes on something other than badly written sentences and plagiarised paragraphs. Blinking rapidly and pinching the bridge of your nose to ease the familiar throb of an approaching cluster headache your eyes see the afterimage of red scrawls and circled words. After a few seconds the scene in front of you starts to come into focus. It is magical to say the least like you were sitting in an Edward Hopper painting. 

Because the sun was quite high in the sky the light enters through the large cafe doors painting an image that starts low and arches high up across the back wall. Your eyes follow its trajectory and you squint slightly as you drag them across the uninterrupted expanse of blue from the sky that’s reflected in through the sun and rain worn streaky windows. A single shaft of light splits from its main funnel and falls slantwise revealing something, or rather someone who quite literally takes your breath away. 

You see her face illuminated by a rosy glow. Her hair is tied into a neat bun and it sparkles in the refracted light as if it were ablaze. You sputter and choke on your spit which causes her to lift her head in your direction. She’s watching you. Or at least you think she’s watching. You can’t see her eyes through the dark sunglasses shielding them. If it wasn’t for the small hint of a crooked smile she gives you would be none the wiser. 

It takes you a good amount of time to muster up the courage to walk over to her. “Hi” is all you can manage. Your voice suddenly sounds too loud and it carries to the every corner of the space around you. You feel the blood rush to your feet and your stomach does a little flip. 

“No” she replies. 

“Wh-what?” you stammer out. Every last ounce of confidence you had slowly fizzles away like a deflating balloon. 

But she also smirks a little bit more.

“Ok say it then” she turns in her seat to face you. 

You raise a questioning eyebrow at her and she chuckles softly. “You came over to get my name and or my number, yes.” 

Her words come out more a statement than a question. You are pretty scared at this point but there is no turning back. You are fully committed to this embarrassment and by God you were going to let it play out completely.

“No, actually” you finally reply.

“Oh…” Your answer takes her by surprise and you applaud yourself internally when you notice a slight blush travel up her neck and settle on her cheeks. “What did you…” she starts but you interrupt her quickly.

“I wanted to ask if you’d remove your sunglasses” you gesture acting as if you were removing glasses from your face. 

She scrunches up her brows. “Why?” she asks genuinely confused.

Taking a half step closer you fidget with the fraying ends of your jacket sleeve. It’s now or never. “I just wanted to see if your eyes were too pretty for me.” 

She laughs dryly and shakes her head. One side of her cheek half dimples and you find it adorable. She removes the dark glasses and you smile. Her eyes are lovely, you wonder what they would look like in the full sunshine. Or closer up. 

“So what’s the verdict?” she asks breaking you out of your trance. 

“Well…” you answer taking a half step away from her. You cough through a chuckle at your silly little secret thoughts. “I was right” you answer, “much too pretty for me.”

She genuinely smiles exposing the whites of her teeth. You’re starting to love that dimple on her cheek and the laugh lines that crinkle of the edge of her eyes. 

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[coquettishbaguette]

Edward Hopper...IN SPACE!!!!1

Look, if you're going post beautiful AI-generated landscape and nature photos, great but fucking label that shit. I just spent 20min of increasing suspicion looking through ridiculously amazing photos, just to conclude the whole shebang is fake. (Weirdly, it was the beauty that triggered my suspicion cause there was no story, no communication other than "LOOK AT ME!")

Like, is this the future cuz it's pretty shit.

Using ai to a good photo better? hell yeah. Using ai to make an entire fucking photo.... you know what. I've had a revelation. Just here. Right now. Do whatever floats your boat. My rant is wobbly, emotional and whining. It does nothing. Personally, I'm going to be better at annotating my photos. Photographer (which is just me), Location, Metadata, and edits. And I can just block the ai spammers.

BTW, Edward (nor Nina lol) painted the picture above. Pure Midjourney.

[eyeballjazz]

If your fanfics were books, what would you picture each of their covers to look like?

Love you, love this, let's talk:

For Referendum I picture a black and red and silvery white 60's style overlapping prints scheme. It would be a white bg with Luka's silhouette in black, then Verrin's over top of him in red with his white mask staring at the viewer with his hand up holding a bleeding gold apple. I may mock it up to show off, it would be gloomy and stark despite how juicy the text itself is.

For A Time for Flowers it would be a greenish pinkish yellowish Pollock-esque bg with the title over top pretty much like what the original editions of The Big Sleep looked like. Pay a lil more homage to Unkie RayRay, y'know?

For Hello, My Lovely I picture a Edward Hopper style architecture/setting painting with no human figures in it. It would be a painting of the back parking lot of a 1940's office building, with the pink fins of a Packard Belvedere just visible in the bg behind a dumpster. Probably at night, with a light on in one window of the building.

And for 6S I think it would be in the same Hopper style showing the square window in Hearts' living room with a view of the backyard where there's a large Day-Glo colored plastic pool full of water and in the reflection on the window there's the tube TV playing WWE.

[marquisedegramont]

Ooooo I want a fact

📝

YAYAYAYAYAYA!!!!!!

i remember during 2021 i came across edward hopper and i was like yep. i like the vibes of his paintings. i want that in my writing

he’s just soooooo

AUGHH!!!!!!! i aspire for my writing to have the same vibes as this😔😔

his paintings scratch that itch in my brain whenever i look at them (especially soir bleu i love that painting) and im like!!!! i want to be like that!!!!!

[charmedreincarnation]

The painter and their dream

Life is a canvas, and we are the artist. With each passing day, we choose what colors to use, what shapes to create - ultimately, each one of us has the power to paint our own reality.

Meet Georgina. Georgina is a dreamer. She never stops visualizing her future; the colors she wants to use are not just a figment of her imagination, but an intentional design she puts into practice every single day.

Georgina knows what she needs to manifest her ideal future: perseverance, creativity, and sheer willpower. She uses each one of those elements to build the life she desires, turning the abstracts into concrete results.

Whether she’s pursuing her dreams of being a fashion designer or planning an exciting holiday, Georgina applies all of her skills and resources to make it happen. She sees her actions as brush strokes in a painting that she hopes to be proud of in due course.

Being a dreamer isn’t easy. People don’t often understand why Georgina is putting in the effort when the outcome isn't always guaranteed; however, she refuses to give up on what matters to her. She holds onto the moments when her vision becomes tangible; these moments give her the strength to keep going.

Rather than giving into the fear of failure and disappointment, Georgina boldly focuses on the beauty of the present, and continues creating her masterpiece. Her journey is something to be admired, and we are all witnesses of her creative endeavors.

At the end of the day, we are all dreamers who paint our reality as we go. Life is our canvas, and we have the power to bring our dreams to life if we believe in them enough.

As the iconic American painter Edward Hopper once said, “If you could say it in words, there would be no need for the painting.” This quote gives us an insight into why painting is so powerful—it is a way of conveying what cannot be said in words.

This analogy can be applied to reality itself—the canvas of our lives is blank and ready to be painted each day, with our beliefs and choices about how we live making up our reality. The issue with that is that many of us remain unaware that we have power to create our own reality.

Instead of painting our reality by creating positive beliefs, and taking conscious ownership of what we create, we often succumb to negative thought patterns that paint a reality full of stress and anxiety. On the contrary, when we take ownership of our reality, we become aware of the paintbrush that we have always had in our hands. We can choose to paint a beautiful life—one full of love, wealth,beauty, and joy—if we develop an understanding of how our thoughts and choices manifest in our outer world.

Ultimately, it is our responsibility to take ownership of our reality and to realize that we can paint whatever picture we choose with our thoughts and actions. And although our painting may have blips and blotches along the way, we must always remember that we have the power to choose how our lives look. By letting go of limiting beliefs, and learning how to utilize the power of positive thought, we can ultimately choose to paint a reality filled with optimism, openness and opportunity.

What we think, we become'? Well, I believe it to be true. It's like what Edward Art said, “You are the painter of your own reality. You choose the colors and you decide where each one will go.”

Our reality is like an empty canvas. It's up to you to put down the paint and decide what you want it to look like. Just like a painter takes time creating a beautiful piece of art, we too can take the time to create what we want our lives to look like. It's about becoming aware of what you're creating and acknowledging that you have the power to do so.

So, take a step back. Find some peace and quiet and ask yourself what your reality looks like. Really take a look around and observe your environment. Is it how you want it to manifest in your life? If it's not, take the necessary steps to make changes. Focus on the future that you can create.

Think of it as a puzzle that you have all the pieces to. You have full control over your energy and the thoughts and beliefs that you carry with you. Visualize how the pieces will fit together to create the life that you want. Who knows, you might even surprise yourself with what you can create.

Once you become comfortable in taking charge of your life and shaping it into what you desire, it can become quite enjoyable. Enjoy every step of the process. Take small strides and be patient. Feel mindful energy and set intentions for how your life should unfold.

When self-awareness kicks in, you'll realize that you're in control of creating your life, just like a painter creates his art with a brush and canvas.You will rightly embody your thoughts, but choose them wisely because you have full power and control over your life." This is your own special work of art called life, so live it vibrantly. You deserve to create the beautiful art of what we call this life so why not paint.

I will leave you with one last quote from Edward Hopper: “Someday everything will be beautiful.” He believed in the beauty of possibility—that with the right mindset, anything is possible. So let’s take ownership of our reality and use our paint brushes to create our beautiful painting.