From as far back as I can remember I have always wanted to be an artist but I was slapped in the face by reality on several occasions whilst growing up, telling me to get a job, earn money, live in the real world, yakkedy yakk.
I loved and studied art all the way up until university. When I got there I hated it there for some reason. I’m not sure if it’s because I had thrown my soul into everything in the previous years and totally burnt out by the time I got there or because I was out of my comfort zone and hated being isolated from my family and friends. There was no atmosphere, no stimulation, so I dropped out and fell out with art. I worked for an IT company to earn some money whilst I was out of love but the break made me realise that I missed it, so I went back to college.
The course was part time so I was also volunteering for a charity and at the end of my course I was offered a paid role. I was supposed to go into my final year studying but I worked so hard that I burnt out, again, and fell out of love, again. I did however love the job and thought it would be a better career choice. So, once again, I gave up and went to work.
After that I pretty much stopped drawing altogether, made excuses that I didn’t have time or that it wasn’t for me anymore. I’ve changed jobs twice since then, moved into my own place, become an “adult”. I thought I was set but one day I woke up with a big hole in my heart and I knew I had to try again. This time I’m determined not to give up. I’ve decided that this is my last chance to do something. I’m not sure what yet but all I know is that I love art and I want to draw and share it with you.
P.S. I don’t dress like a cowgirl (regularly).
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