Art is a Gift

June 20, 2018

It has been about a month since my last post, sor­ry. I have been exper­i­ment­ing with medi­ums. I should have some com­plet­ed work to share soon. I am hop­ing to be ready for the 2019 Show Sea­son. In the mean­time, I thought I would share my thoughts about being an artist and how my world has changed since art came into my life.

Say­ing that I am grate­ful to be an artist is an under­state­ment. I was able to attend art school after 10 years of work­ing as a cor­po­rate pro­fes­sion­al, so art changed my life both per­son­al­ly and pro­fes­sion­al­ly. Hon­est­ly, art changed my mind, my body and my soul.

Before I went to art school, I was pret­ty much a basic bitch. No, I do not con­sid­er myself the most unique per­son in the uni­verse now, but I am cer­tain­ly over con­sumerism, body van­i­ty, shal­low con­ver­sa­tion, being required to do any­thing I don’t want to do, wor­ry­ing about oth­ers opin­ions and pop music. Sor­ry, I had to add in pop music, because it just gags me.

How did art set me free?

LEARNING TO SPEND LESS
Being an artist comes at a finan­cial cost, at least for most of us. I am no longer mak­ing that hefty cor­po­rate salary so my hus­band and I have learned to live with­in our means and be hap­py with what we have. Small house being paid off quick­ly, old­er cars with no pay­ments, min­i­miz­ing bills, etc. and in return I get time & free­dom.

MATERIAL THINGS ARE RUBBISH
You quick­ly real­ize when you are try­ing to con­serve that mate­r­i­al things are not as impor­tant as hap­pi­ness. A new car would wreck my bank account, cost me a month­ly pay­ment and I would get very lit­tle hap­pi­ness in return. Some wor­ry that they will be judged on mate­r­i­al things. I have come to real­ize that any­one who would judge me based on that mate­r­i­al worth is not worth my time any­way.

DOING WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
Beyond my hus­band and my pup, there is noth­ing that brings me more joy than cre­at­ing art. Art is tru­ly the great­est gift that I could have ever giv­en myself and I am tru­ly com­mit­ted to mak­ing a liv­ing with my work. Yes, I work near­ly 24/7 at what I love, but it doesn’t feel like a sac­ri­fice because I love it.

EXPECTING MORE FOR MY TIME
If some­thing is going to take up my valu­able time, then it bet­ter damn well be worth it. If I am going to social­ize, peo­ple had bet­ter be talk­ing about some­thing inter­est­ing, hope­ful­ly art, but I can put up with a few oth­er top­ics. If you want me to attend your social engage­ment, you had bet­ter make it mean­ing­ful or keep it under 2 hours, there is art to be made. If I lis­ten to music, that artist bet­ter have tak­en the time to write more than 5 lines and just throw them on repeat.

VANITY
I lost a bunch of weight before art school, I was a size 6, but that didn’t make me hap­py. I have put on quite a bit of weight since art school, as it isn’t much of a work out to lift a paint brush. Well, not phys­i­cal­ly any­way. This is not to say that I couldn’t lose a few pounds, obvi­ous­ly, but what I am say­ing is that I know that I am so much more than my phys­i­cal appear­ance. I am cre­ative, deter­mined, a suc­cess­ful busi­ness own­er, a good wife and at peace.

Why Share This?

Hon­est­ly, I run across sto­ries every­day about peo­ple who are so mis­er­able. I real­ize that some peo­ple have men­tal ill­ness­es that plague them, but some are exact­ly where I used to be — a basic bitch who was unhap­py. One change led to a land­slide of changes that led me to a ful­fill­ing life. Yes, I am super chub­by and am not rich, but I am hap­py and thrilled to wake up every morn­ing.

Art is my gift. It is a gift that is worth so much to me that I would trade it for my leg if I had to.

Art may not be your path, but there is some­thing out there that will make you hap­py and set you free. If you are not hap­py with your life, change it. Trust me I had a very rough child­hood, but that is anoth­er sto­ry. I am sim­ply say­ing that I dug myself out of a very deep pit of despair by mak­ing good choic­es and mak­ing my heart a pri­or­i­ty.

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