

Finding my path as an artist is an unanticipated piece of the big picture. I thought I would just be learning to paint, but gradually realized each step of that process was a part of a path I was on. Sometimes the path is delightful, like when I've had a good day painting and feel the goodness in the work. Sometimes the path is disappointing, like getting a "not accepted" notice for a show. Sometimes the path is just plain hard, like when I have to consciously concentrate on applying new skills to my work.