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“I studied art in college as a kind of recess. And a way to keep my GPA up.
In my 20’s, I tried to always keep art supplies handy. It was cheaper than therapy.
Then, in my 30’s, I’d steal time from my business to take art retreats or weekend classes. It felt decadent, and like I was somehow cheating.
After I sold my public relations business, in my 40’s, I kicked my teen kids out of the basement and declared it my studio. I thought that would make me feel like a “real artist.”
It didn’t. I did not feel like a “real artist.” But I no longer felt like I was cheating. Because art was hard work. Hard, joyous, intoxicating soulful HARD work.
So I worked hard, and the work got better…and more satisfying. I ran out of bare walls in my house, and I thought the thought that every hard-working artist thinks: “I must sell my work. That will make me legit.”
But along the way, I learned that legitimacy may not be a word that is meant for art.
I act on my ideas. I start things that make me happy. And look, I’ve finished some things!”