I declare myself a painter! And so I begin…
December 22, 2018
“The only time I feel alive is when I’m painting.”
Yes! This! Painting has always excited me, whether I’m doing it or viewing it. I love visual arts. It feeds my soul. Modern art museums exhilarate me so much that I usually feel like running through them. I can’t wait to see whose work is around the corner. I could flitter from one work to the next, like a butterfly fed by the nectar of visual expressions.
Fine art moves me. It speaks to me. It’s my passion. It thrills me to the core of my being! For most of my life I’ve been happy simply viewing it, never thinking I could give myself the luxury of actually pursuing it myself. But lately I feel a huge pull toward painting, toward making my own work—expressing myself through a tactile, personal visual fine art.
The practical side of me has always pushed painting away. It was always a “one day I will paint” kind of wish. It’s always been a one-day-when-I’ve-finished ___ (insert any to-do)-and-have-time kind of wish.
No more stalling. I declare 2019 to be my year of painting!
With the loving support of my husband, starting now I am making a deliberate and concerted effort toward developing my personal style and visual expression! I’ve always dreamed of making fine art my full-time job, and so I’m taking major steps toward fulfilling a lifetime dream. No more waiting to start.
I’ve heard it said that if you want to be a writer, write. If you want to be a painter, paint. And so I begin…