Jolie Guillebeau


August 16th, 2012

“One’s philosophy is not best expressed in words; it is expressed in the choices one makes. In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

I wear two rings. One on each hand. My left hand holds my wedding ring, which I love. It’s a platinum band with a square cut diamond, and it suits me perfectly. I love the identity that comes with slipping that ring on my finger.

My right hand holds another piece of my identity. It’s a vintage diamond surrounded by 8 little emeralds. My grandmother bought it when I was born because it has both of our birthstones, and as long as I can remember I’ve known that this ring belonged to me. When I look at it, I feel a connection to all the women in my family.

But when I walk in to a TaeKwonDo class, it’s just me. I take off both of those rings (because knuckle pushups are impossible otherwise), put them in my locker, and put on a simple white uniform.

For those sixty minutes, I’m not thinking about being a wife, or a daughter, or an artist, or a knitter, or a sister. I’m thinking about being myself.

And I’m learning that I like the hands that wear those rings as much as I love the rings.

August 16: Me. 4×4 Oil on Panel. $95

P.S. This weekend, I’m heading to Denver to hang out with Jen Lee. Usually when I’m traveling, I paint a few extra paintings before I leave. But I felt like that would be breaking the rules I set up with this series. So I figured out a solution! I’m taking my watercolor paints with me– they travel a little better than oils, and I can paint on the go. Expect something different here for the next few paintings.

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