Through years of feeling lost and disconnected, I slowly began to embrace the title “artist”.
From managing coffee shops, teaching yoga, getting a degree in nutrition, and moving across the country, I let art sit on the backburner, believing the lie that art could never be a career.
And yet… there was always an ache of discontent simmering beneath the surface. A longing for something more.
Luckily, in those coffee shop days, one of my dear friends introduced me to the “Artist’s Way” which began to shift my deeply held beliefs about myself and art. With the encouragement of my partner, I made art a consistent practice. Showing up to the easel as much as possible. I had to work my way through a lot of bad, frustrating paintings to find the good ones.
This evolution is a potent reminder that you don’t have to have it all figured out to start. There is magic in the process, in the journey.