It is December 2012. And after a busy summer season of local art shows and markets I realize this painting 'thing' is here to stay. I thought (and feared) *maybe* it was something that I'd get kicked out of. My overactive imagination sees a great hall, where a secret society of REAL artists deem you worthy or not. Will I pass the test? Or I fear that people will discover me as some sort of fraud. What is she doing here? they must think. This particular insecurity stems from my lack of art training. I'm an archaeologist for Pete's Sake!! Not sure when I'll start taking myself seriously (not too seriously mind you) and leave all this questioning behind me. Just do what you love dammit!! The rest will follow.
Despite my imagination and low self esteem's Control Center's best efforts to sabotage what I've started, things are going greater than imagined for me. I've had loads of support lately and I'm encouraged by the response over the busy summer months. AND... I sold a bunch of paintings!! You seasoned artists out there may forget this fragile time in your career- You know, the time when a mere compliment about one of your paintings made your day! And when people actually want to buy one of my paintings... well, I swear the shock and awe on my face should scare them away. I must learn the Art of Playing it Cool. Putting the silliness aside for a sec, I have deep gratitude each time. I feel like I'm on the 'right' path- I'm loving all that is developing between me and my art and I'm going to keep at it. Until I develop a new hobby. Like suduko, or something. No.
I'm a stay-at-home, homeschooling mother of two children, and a trained archaeologist. But what I also *am*, is a creative being and I'm on a wonderful journey to honour this part of me.