I never know how to start these things. I am a bonus mom, forever-fiancé, daughter, sister, concert-goer, faux-fur loving, dance like nobody (everybody) is watching, hat wearing, bold, sarcastic, vivacious woman that just so happened to find a glorious hobby in her 40s. I’m proud to have found something that keeps me occupied, inspired and quite frankly – out of trouble.
Where do I start? I was about to turn 40 and thought to myself…I can do more. I can be more. I can try something different. And that I did.
I was scrolling through Instagram one night. I didn’t really have much to do at the moment, subtly ignoring laundry, dirty house, work, life, etc, and I came across someone painting with fire. I thought, “what is this jazz?”
And that is how it started.
I immediately started researching the medium and techniques online. I went to the art store and bought all the things…and wow…super cheap, my friends..SUPER cheap (sarcastic font). My goodness, now I understand the term starving artist. They do NOT have discounts, no coupons, no Groupons…nothing. Actually, now that I look back, I’m pretty stoked that everything cost that much or I would have probably thrown in the towel after jacking up the first 36 paintings.