When I declined my acceptance into Mason Gross School of the Arts in college because I didn’t think I could make a living as an artist, I never imagined art would find its way back to me. I second guessed that decision for many years.
In the end, that choice has lead me to this life I’m building which is better than I imagined, getting to be a mother and an artist. To be present and home for my daughter and family while slowly building something I’m proud of. There are many long days that you don’t see though, days where I’m unable get any work done, days when I’m up before the sun to squeeze in a few precious moments in my space. But I know this is a season, a fleeting one at that. Art will always be that steady hum in the background, always waiting for me.
Somehow, in all the mess and magic and winding roads,
I’ve found my way back to what I love.
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