What would you do if someone asked, "So, what do you want to do with your life now"? That someone was my husband. We were newly married and eager to start a family, which meant saying goodbye to my career as a wardrobe stylist and fashion designer in the film industry…16 hour days on location not being very compatible with raising a family.
So I said, “I’ve always wanted to paint.” He said, “I didn’t know you painted.”
I didn’t. But I thought I could. So I took a couple classes on how to mix oil paints. And started painting, in our house. It was fun and messy. Then a friend called about an opening at an art studio complex. But I wasn’t an artist, really. But oil paints are messy. So I took it.
I felt like an imposter. There were some really professional artists in the building. Thank God because I would need all the help I could get. I struggled with some nudes with fabric draped over their bodies but it was a bit boring yet I discovered I loved painting the fabric. It was inanimate yet it seemed alive when it moved. I stepped back from the painting I was working on. I felt, for the first time, like an artist.
Welcome to the voice behind my paintings. I am excited to start this blog and new level of sharing. With all the life changes I have undertaken in the last 10 years, (did I mention my hubby and I adopted two boys at birth, now they are 7 and 2 ½ ?) starting a blog should be a minor event. But the truth is I feel again like I’m an imposter. A painter? Sure. A writer? Hmmm…
Whatever comes of this I’m excited to explore this new medium through which to express my ideas about art and life.
(ps: My husband, who is a writer, helped me with this first post.)