I have finally given myself permission to paint. And bigger, to be an artist.
That’s what I always wanted to be growing up as a kid. But I was dissuaded.
Then I became afraid.
I was afraid of taking the risk, of letting go of steady money, of wasting time if i didn’t get anywhere. I was intimidated by the art world, and I danced on the edge. Looking in. Sometimes venturing to workshop and learn. But rarely to perform.
Well, I’m 54 now. And I can’t wait anymore. I wanna be an artist, dammit. How come other kids get to be one and not me? I’m gonna find out.
Because I really really really want to be an artist. Really.