On June 27, my art shop turned two years old.
Two whole years of showing up, learning, creating, and growing. To be honest, it still feels surreal.
I started painting again in 2022 after taking an eight-year break from creative work. Back then, I didn’t return to art with a plan or a strategy. I came back because I was overwhelmed. Tired. Stressed. I needed an outlet. A way to release, and painting had always brought me that. So I picked up my brushes, not knowing where it would lead, just knowing I had to start somewhere.
At first, I was rusty. I had to relearn how to mix colors. I had to find my rhythm again. I didn’t think anyone would care or even notice my work. But even in the uncertainty, something kept pulling me forward. Creating gave me space to breathe. It reminded me of who I was, underneath all the striving. Performing. And work.
That first painting I completed was Embrace the Wait. I didn’t know it at the time, but it would mark the beginning of something so much bigger than just a creative outlet. It became the first seed in a new season of calling and purpose.
Since then, I’ve painted dozens of pieces, launched collections, sold originals and prints to collectors across the country. I’ve shipped orders to homes I’ve never stepped foot in, with people I may never have the opportunity to meet, yet my art lives with them. That will never cease to amaze me.
This journey isn't easy. There have been seasons where sales were slow and non-existent. Moments when I doubted whether I was cut out for this. Times when I’ve felt the weight of carrying a creative business. But I’ve also experienced so much joy. I’ve felt the deep satisfaction of doing something that matters to me. I’ve cried over kind messages from collectors and smiled every time someone says, “Your work makes me feel seen.”
This past year in particular stretched me in ways I didn’t expect. From managing multiple art festivals to navigating big projects behind the scenes, I learned to trust the process even more. To not rush the bloom. To rest in knowing that seeds take time to grow.
There’s still so much I’m dreaming about. But if there’s one thing this journey has taught me, it’s that faithfulness in the small things adds up. And joy? Joy can exist even when the path isn’t fully clear.
To everyone who has collected a piece, shared a post, sent a kind word, or simply followed along, thank you! Your support has meant the world.
Here’s to two years. And to whatever beauty lies ahead.
With gratitude,
Lauren
