This has been a hard year in so many ways, but art my difficult journey began well before Covid-19 spread across the world. It's been a long road of self-doubt, self-loathing, longing, hope, and determination to find my way to the real me in my art. Or perhaps a new me. I recently realized that I am halfway into my story and things haven't gone the way I had hoped or imagined. So here I am at age 46, starting over in a way. Trying new things, taking workshops, contemplating a new beginning. And so begins the real work. An exploration of trying to forge ahead without an end vision in sight. Stripping away at myself to uncover something lost within me. My new art feels like raw fresh skin and an old shoe at once. Here's to a new year of discovery and dreams...
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