It’s funny/weird/nice/exciting, to see my name in a list of artists.
It’s not something I thought I’d ever experience.
I didn’t start painting until my mid-40s. Up until then, I’d always said, I’m a writer, not an artist. I can’t draw. Have no talent that way.
Oh look at the things we can prove ourselves wrong about ourselves when we step outside of our limiting beliefs and just…. play.
That’s how painting began for me. I wanted to spend time with my eldest daughter who is an amazing artist, and painting with her seemed like a good idea.
It was brilliant!
I discovered something I am passionate about, and got to share with her in one of her passions as she also guided me in the ‘hows’ of painting. A win/win!
Today and tomorrow I am in an art show. I’ve been in this show before but had to withdraw for the past two years as life got busy and I searched for balance.
And now…. I’m back!
If your in and around Calgary over the next two days, I’d love it if you dropped by to say hello!
If not, I’ll see you here next week.
Have a beautiful weekend everyone.
Oh. And in case you’re wondering, there is still that little voice inside me that wants to leap into the excitement and hiss…. “you’re not really an artist.”
I tell him it’s okay. Calling myself an artist isn’t about putting my ego at risk. It’s not about comparing myself to others or even who likes or doesn’t like my work. It’s about what makes my heart happy.