This evening, I came across a page of writing in my sketchbook from a not so long time ago and it made me stop and smile. I don’t normally share my personal thoughts or writings but this was a pivotal moment in my life and my career as an artist. I’ve copied it word for word and it is a cross between stream of consciousness, poetry and jibberish. Bare with me 😉
“This is it! I’ve been meaning to write this for a few weeks now, maybe a few months even, but time was flying faster than me. This keeps growing and now has become my reality, something tangible, proof that I am doing it. What is it exactly? My career. As an artist. A painter. I am a professional painter.
Stunned, jaw dropped, and internally about to explode. Giddy with excitement. Just the thought of it sends me reeling.
How did this happen?
Hard work? Perseverance, will to succeed, a stumble down the rabbit hole?
Luck? A series of seized opportunities… Perhaps a combination of all the above.
My point is, I am now a professional artist. At one time, this was a dream so big I thought it could never come true. I built it up so much that I became no longer part of the dream. So I moved on, I did other things.
I did remarkable things. I gave birth to my daughters. I created life!
Suddenly, other seemingly impossible things, like making art, started becoming possible. Now, here I am, painting daily and selling my work.”
Now I know, I have always been an artist, I just needed to stop telling myself that I shouldn’t be.
Every day I am thankful that I am able to paint freely, as an artist.