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History of the Handful of the World

What is creativity? In my point of view -  this is a part of you, a person who came from the world. The creator gives a piece of himself, the world, and carries it in his hand. He communicates with the world, thus showing his inner world and that great, wide one that has so affected the inner one.
 

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Create and share

My name is Ieve. As long as I can remember, I have always been creative. Later, as an adult, I clearly began to realize that I could not live without creativity.  I am  creative person, a person who wants to create and share my creations. A person who creates beauty with my own hands and brings it to the world. 

If you want to know this or that about me, I will use this veil of secrecy. I am an ordinary person, woman, mother, wife, daughter. I am 26 years old. I'm still young, and it seems that I'm gnawing at myself,   why did I just now dare to create and share my creativity. I'm probably not the only one with this indecisiveness, right? I'm not an inspiration or a motivator, but I encourage you - if you want something, go for it! But I understand very well how shy I am to share my work, creativity, how scary it is to be underestimated and misunderstood. But let's throw those fears aside, or better yet, into the trash, and instead create joy and beauty. Let's enjoy art, decorate our home and enrich our soul.

For a long time I couldn't decide what I wanted to do in life. Because I wanted too much. Well, at least it seemed so to me. How can you do so much? Photography, painting, ceramics? Where is my path?  I was disturbed by the thoughts in my head. I don't remember how I pushed those thoughts away and slammed the door on them. I can do everything! Universality will be my path to happiness and success. I simply want everything and I will do everything - I told myself.  And I did, but not fully, because I still did not dare to share what I was doing, I still did not dare to take that big step. It seems I was waiting for something. 

Then my mother got sick...

She was the most wonderful person I knew and the most perfect mother in the world. I loved her so much. She was incredibly pure of heart, incredibly hardworking, and she was my best friend and biggest fan and supporter. No one else in my life supported and encouraged me like this.  Even when I was in the hospital, in intensive care, she kept urging me to sell my paintings. When  she left it was hard and painful for a million reasons. One of them - my mother never saw my success, and I also began to think - how will I "survive" without her support. But, mommy, I believe that you are somewhere in another, better world, where there is no pain and suffering, where you were called by God to come to save the world from the evil that is now so entrenched, to protect your family, which has always been the most important to you.

I believe she sees  me,  see how I dared to follow my heart and  is proud of me. -136bad5cf58d_ With this confession, I would like to say that I dedicate all my work to my mother. THANK YOU MOM FOR LIFE. THANK YOU FOR WHO I AM AND WHAT I DO.

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