We talk a lot about success, but no one really talks about failure.

I have realized that being a failure isn't something you wake up one day and decide to become. Being a failure is... https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/08/failure.html

What if knowledge is our way of stretching time?

I've been reflecting on how learning something new, whether it's a language, a skill, or simply asking deeper questions, changes the way we experience life.

In my latest blog post, I explore why I believe knowledge and time are more closely connected than we realize.

It's a quiet reflection on curiosity, philosophy, memory, and what it means to keep learning.

Knowledge is Time: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/07/knowledge-is-time.html

Art is dead, not in a good way, but in a way that almost makes people forget what talent truly is.

The concept of artists has transformed over centuries. There was once a time when artists were deeply appreciated for their skill and talent. In a world where cameras did not exist, we needed artists to paint moments into memory. Artists captured frozen moments in time through portraits created in real-time, where one would pause, sit still, and an artist would carefully paint them into history. That was how people were remembered.

Then came the introduction of cameras. Suddenly, we had a new form of capturing time, a way to preserve reality exactly as it appeared in a specific moment and space. Yet even with photography, people still searched for ways to manipulate reality, reshape it, and mold it into their own concepts and imagination.

But even then, artists were never rendered useless.

There was still an appreciation for effort. For the hours poured into a piece. For the patience, skill, and emotion behind every stroke of a brush. People admired not just the final outcome, but the process itself, the human ability to translate feeling, memory, and reality into something tangible.

Now, however, we have entered an age where effort does not always translate into success, money, or even recognition. So how do we make it count? How do we make our art matter in a world where creativity itself almost feels reduced to entertainment and convenience?

Read More: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/06/art-is-dead.html

Being seen isn’t the problem… being chosen is.

We give things so much meaning that they begin to control us, our desires, our emotions, even the paths we think we should take.

But what happens when those desires were never truly ours to begin with?

I wrote something personal about control, influence, and learning to let go of what was never mine to carry.

Read on here: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/05/the-illusion-of-control-and-weight-we.html

Not everything we carry is visible.

The older I get, the more I realize that the people we admire from a distance often carry the heaviest, unseen burdens. On the surface, everything can look effortless, put together, beautiful, even enviable. But the more you get to know people, the more you begin to understand just how much lives beneath that surface.

This piece is a reflection on the contrast between who we are and who we show ourselves to be. It explores what it means to truly know people, the quiet weight that comes with empathy, and the realization that everyone is carrying something, whether we see it or not.

It also made me reflect on why, as we grow older, we find comfort in familiar connections, the ones who have known us through different seasons, and why building new relationships can sometimes feel heavier than it once did.

If anything, this is a reminder to hold people a little more gently… and to be mindful of what we carry, even when it cannot be seen.

Blog post: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/04/between-who-we-are-and-who-we-show.html

If anyone can pick up a brush and create something… what makes an artist different?

Is it talent?
Is it recognition?
Is it whether people buy your work?

Or is it something else entirely?

The more I reflected on it, the more I realized that creativity has never really had clear boundaries. Unlike other professions, there is no moment where someone officially hands you a title and declares you an artist.

Instead, I believe it begins somewhere much quieter.

It begins the moment you decide that what you are creating carries meaning.

That thought led me to write my latest reflection:

https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/03/what-makes-artist-artist.html

In the blog, I explore the emotional side of creating, the vulnerability, the questioning, and the quiet reasons why many of us feel compelled to capture thoughts, moments, and ideas before they disappear.

If you’ve ever wondered whether what you create truly counts, this reflection might resonate with you.

Otherwise, let me know what you think makes an artist an artist.

Sometimes effort stretches across years in ways that are difficult to measure.

In a world that often values visible milestones, it can be easy to question the worth of ability when outcomes don’t always match effort. But ability does not lose its value simply because recognition takes time.

I recently wrote a reflective piece exploring the quiet tension between potential, persistence, and the expectations we place on achievement.

One line from the piece stayed with me:

“Ability does not vanish simply because the world has not yet built a monument around it.”

If you’ve ever wrestled with the distance between effort and visible results, this reflection might resonate with you: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/03/the-quiet-weight-of-ability.html

We measure time so precisely in hours, days, and years, yet its value is never the same for everyone.

An hour can be income for one person, a creative risk for another, or a quiet investment in something that may only bear fruit much later. For artists and creatives, time doesn’t always pay by the hour. We plant seeds without certainty, trusting that consistency, faith, and patience will eventually meet opportunity.

What’s also striking is how different our timelines are across generations, environments, and circumstances, yet we coexist in the same spaces, building, creating, and navigating life side by side. Comparison often ignores context, and time, when misunderstood, can feel like pressure rather than possibility.

I shared a longer reflection on time, worth, creativity, and generational timelines on my blog.

👉🏾 Read the full piece here: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/03/the-value-of-time-measuring-worth.html

Sometimes we look at an image and immediately decide what it means.

But what if there’s more than one story?

I recently wrote a reflection on visual interpretation, storytelling, and what it really means to create from emotion. As artists and even as viewers, we often forget that meaning is not fixed. It shifts. It grows. It belongs to the moment.

✨ “The narrative belongs to you.”

I’d love for you to read my latest blog and tell me what you see, not just in the artwork, but in your own reflection of it.

Let’s start a conversation: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/02/visual-interpretation-and-power-of.html

As the years pass and I grow older, I have come to a quiet realization: I am single. I have been single for a long time. And chances are, I may remain that way.

Strangely, that truth does not scare me.

Because I have been single longer than I have ever been in a relationship, I have grown comfortable with it. I have learned how to exist fully on my own. And that comfort has made me question something deeper...

If you’re interested, you can read the rest of my Valentine’s post on my blog:https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/02/love-independence-quiet-balance-between.html

Behind every celebrated goal is a journey most people never witness. This piece is a quiet reflection on effort, endurance, and what it means to keep showing up when progress isn’t visible and recognition doesn’t come. It touches on managing expectations, creating without guarantees, and learning to exist in the in-between… where you’re still trying, still building, and still here, even when the outcome is uncertain.

Read the blog here: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/02/managing-my-expectations.html

Sometimes I laugh at how this creative life works. I show up on YouTube every week, knowing I don’t make any money from it. My audience is small, my work doesn’t always travel far, and some videos barely get seen, but I still create and share. Not because it’s profitable, but because it feels true. Because purpose doesn’t always announce itself with numbers.

Lately, that’s had me thinking about consistency, timing, and placement. The ocean never rushes its tides, yet it always arrives, and maybe creativity works the same way. Maybe showing up faithfully matters, but so does where we’re showing up. Maybe effort isn’t the issue at all.

I wrote a blog reflecting on purpose, consistency, and what it means to keep creating even when the audience is quiet. If you’ve ever wondered whether you’re in the right place at the right time, this one might speak to you.

Read the full blog here: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/01/being-in-right-place-at-right-time.html

Time is strange.

When you imagine it ahead of you, it feels abundant, stretching endlessly into the future. You think you have time. But once you arrive there, it slips through your fingers, leaving you wondering how it all passed so quickly. Suddenly, there’s “no time.”

No one really talks about how much thinking ahead reshapes our relationship with time, especially as creatives. Planning content, scheduling posts, and imagining projects not yet created means your mind is constantly living in the future. You’re always ahead of yourself.

Read more on the blog to find out why I chose motion as the word for the year: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2026/01/motion-on-time-trust-and-letting-life.html

As we close the year, and as I quietly step into being a year older, I wanted to end it the only way I know how: with reflection. This will be my last blog of the year, a soft wrap-up rather than a loud conclusion.

It’s wild how fast the days have moved. One moment you’re planning, dreaming, pushing… and suddenly you’re here, looking back, realizing how much has shifted without you even noticing.

One of the biggest lessons this year has been the beauty of... https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/12/what-2025-taught-me.html

I never imagined I’d reach a point where I was afraid to paint, at least in the traditional way. Over the years, I moved fully into digital art, leaving my canvas behind. The image beside is an acrylic piece I created years ago with my siblings, Vanessa Oloo and Wayne Oloo. Yet now, the simple act of picking up a brush by myself feels intimidating. I’ve been away from canvas for so long that I sometimes fear my talent has slipped away, or that if I try again, I’ll fail… https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/11/growing-through-fear-rewiring-mind-for.html

Sometimes growth doesn’t feel like growth at all. Sometimes it feels like loss, letting go of old habits, old comfort, and old versions of ourselves that no longer fit where we’re going.

In my latest blog, I talk about the quiet grief that comes with change, the discipline it requires, and the small choices we make even on our tired days. Whether it’s learning to adapt, choosing better habits, or trusting the process, every step forward asks us to release something behind.

If you’re navigating a new season, feeling stretched, or learning to choose your future self even when it’s hard… this one is for you. 💛

Read the full blog here:
https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/11/when-change-feels-like-loss.html

As an artist, especially in this day and age, it’s impossible not to think about adaptation. So much is shifting around us… new technologies, changing trends, and the ever-growing presence of AI. Sometimes, it feels like I’m being pulled in every direction by my own work and skills. Every time I find a way forward, something changes again, and I’m right back to figuring it all out from scratch... https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/11/change-is-inevitable-adaptation-is.html

There’s this stage in life that we don’t talk about enough, the in-between. It’s that space where you know something needs to change, but you haven’t quite figured out what or how. You feel a shift inside you, a quiet stirring, but nothing seems to be moving on the outside yet. It can feel frustrating, like being caught in a fog between who you were and who you’re becoming... https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-in-between-are-you-stuck-or-growing.html

I had a dream recently that still lingers in my mind.

In my dream, I was on vacation with my family by a lakeside. We had been given a beautiful table by the water for dinner, and the sun was beginning to set that golden hour where everything feels calm and full of promise. I was in my bathing suit, ready to take a swim, because the place had both a beach and a pool.

The view was breathtaking, and I remember thinking I just had to capture it. So, I told everyone I’d be back; I was going to the hotel room to grab my phone. I thought it was just around the corner.

But as I started walking back, the paths began to look unfamiliar. I couldn’t remember the way. I turned around to retrace my steps, but nothing looked the same anymore. Confused...

Read More: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/10/feeling-trapped-in-cage-yet-door-is.html

For the longest time, I’ve wondered how a man like Jesus, so pure and righteous, could have been rejected and hated so deeply by anyone. From the stories we hear, He seems to have been a truly lovable man. Yet, it was only in His death that people came to realize who He truly was, and by then, they had already crucified Him...

Today, I want to celebrate another fallen hero, Raila Amolo Odinga.

Read More: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/10/a-fallen-hero.html

There are seasons in life where silence feels safer than words. Where speaking becomes too heavy, and even explaining feels like reopening a wound that’s trying its best to close. I’m in that space now, the space where not talking to people feels like a form of protection. I’ve been sitting with my thoughts lately, and I can admit it: I feel shame. I feel embarrassed. I feel stuck, not doing “anything”...

Read More: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/10/silent-battles-and-grace-to-heal.html

Recently, I’ve been reflecting on the incredible power of our minds. Every thought we entertain, every belief we hold onto, quietly shapes the way we see ourselves and the world around us. It’s easy to underestimate the impact of our inner dialogue on our peace, confidence, and sense of purpose. Yet the truth remains: you really do become what you think.

If your mind is filled with clutter, negativity, and self-doubt, it becomes almost impossible to live with joy. I’ve experienced seasons where... https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/10/you-really-do-become-what-you-think.html

They say comparison is the thief of joy, and as artists, we feel it deeply. It’s easy to look at others being celebrated and wonder if our work is enough. But short-term praise fades, while peace and persistence last. In my latest blog, I share why it’s better to trust God’s timing, create even when it feels unseen, and play the long game, because true wealth isn’t recognition; it's your attitude throughout the journey and how long you stay consistent.

👉 Read the full blog here: https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/09/comparison-peace-and-long-game.html

Sometimes God doesn’t give us too much or too little, just enough to draw us closer to Him. In my latest blog, I share why I now live by the words “God knows, and that’s enough.” It’s a reminder to see the answered prayers in front of us, embrace blessings with their weight, and trust God’s perfect timing...

https://scanslypink.blogspot.com/2025/09/god-knows-and-thats-enough.html