It’s a peaceful Saturday night, and I’m sat with a mural I painted for our bedroom. I’m leading up to the start of something new – I’ve finally made the decision to reduce my hours at a full time day job in order to spend more time chasing my art. If you’d told me this 3 years ago I’d have probably fallen over.
Art is a journey I’ve always wanted to follow. From being 4 years old staring at a painting on a classroom wall to being 18 years old crying in the shower because I decided to follow my head and not my heart..and cancelled my application to art college to study psychology. It’s a path that’s full of uncertainty, fear and anxiety. Fear of failure, judgement and the unknown. But it’s also full of meaning and colour, and makes far more sense to me than anything else I know how to do.
Sure I’ll have less money, will need to work harder than ever without any guarantees of success. But I sure as hell don’t want to find myself at 80 years old, nearing towards the end of the one life I’ve had without having taken a risk and given it a dam good try.
Wish me luck 🙏