Am I really doing this?

“Be brave, take risks and allow the unexpected.”

From an early age, I harbored a deep desire to become an artist. Fortuitously, I had strong female role models who championed curiosity, creativity, and the art of embracing the messiness of the craft. It was a natural choice to pursue an art degree. As I was contemplating my focus of study, well intentioned advice steered me toward the lucrative realm of graphic design, instead of being the “struggling artist”. I heeded that advice and shifted my focus. It wasn’t until my senior year, during a painting class, that my professor asked me of my future plans as a painter. When I corrected him that I was actually pursuing a career path in graphic design, his three words, “That’s a pity,” echoed in my mind. But I was young, full of ambition, and excited about the shiny new world of advertising and marketing. Over the next three decades, I chased dreams in advertising, marketing, marriage, a move to the Pacific Northwest, motherhood, and co-ownership of an artisanal cheesemaking business. Though I dabbled in painting, it lacked commitment. Now, as my children approach independence and I reach the half-century mark, the familiar pull of painting has brought me back – this time, for real.

It was scary to take this plunge into vulnerability and uncertainty at my age. Yet, I’m having a blast on my newfound journey! Wish I had listened to those three wise words from my art professor so long ago…but, better late than never. Thank you for being here and sharing my journey alongside me.