Two Long Years

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It has been two years since I have written a blog here. In fact, it has been so long that I have forgotten how to work blogger!  Since then I have helped my mother out of this world, am currently a caregiver,  have discovered how precious time and life is.

I am deeply entrenched into the artist life now. I used to think I did not have it in me, and doubted my ability and dedication. But I have come to realize that being an artist does not mean that I have to slave away in my studio at the mercy of my muses. I have put in the 10,000 hours and have found my voice in the art world.  So that I don't get lazy, I keep myself on track by working with coaches, changing direction when I need to, mentoring art challenges, and showing up to the job every day.

Lately I feel rumblings in the universe telling me that big changes are coming. I don't know what they are, but being a positive woman, I believe them to be good. And starting to blog again is the start of a new direction.

Though a blog geared towards art, it is about art AND life as it is inextricably intertwined.
What I experience on any level, shows up in my work.

Also, having been a teacher for so many years, I still like to dispense helpful information, and mentor/encourage others.

So please feel free to jump in and join the conversation!  I am really excited.

Upcoming related art topics: Photographing your art, iPhone photography, painting, drawing, collage, living the art life, marketing, freebies for artists, product reviews and more!!!

NOTE: Art is titled: SPRING! and is an oil on paper, about 8 x 8" in size. AVAILABLE


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