I’ve come to regard glitter as a sacred thing.

What is it about using glitter as an adult woman that is so thrilling?

In my classes, when I tell women they get to use glitter, they get so excited and underneath, I feel a hint of ravenousness. It’s as if they’re starved for whatever magic only glitter can bring.

When I first allowed myself to use glitter on a painting it was like the floodgates of not being creative finally opened. Allowing myself to “be silly” or allowing my art to be “unsophisticated” is what finally unlocked the artist within.

Years of trying to get it right and worrying about what others would think and trying to “fit in” were somehow healed.

Healed enough, anyway, to finally start enjoying myself and creating no matter what.


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