I make art because it is all I’ve ever wanted to do. I’ve spent my whole life up this point looking for something else that makes me as happy as creating. Why did I spend so much of my life training to do a job that was not creative? Because I was convinced that you couldn’t make money at art. So I gave it up. I thought it was a childish dream to want to make a living doing the thing I love most in the world.
This image is available as a mini print in my society6 shop
Turns out it was best for me. I grew up too poor to not worry about how I was going to support myself as an adult. I had no focus, no discipline, I had no business sense, I was extremely introverted, knew nothing of myself, and I was too young and sheltered to have anything interesting to say. It was best for me to look elsewhere for steady employment, gain an education, experience things in life. I try to be appreciative of the long, meandering pathway that I took to get here. My primary goal in life was to move up the social ladder. I wanted a good paycheck, health insurance, and a retirement plan. Now that financial insecurity is so far from my mind, I spend more time thinking about the love that I gave up years ago. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken to much time off. Maybe I spent too much time in the ivory tower. But what’s done is done, and now I’m ready. Now I have something to say.