I am so excited and nervous to get going with my new portrait artist website and career. My amazing husband has worked tirelessly getting everything ready for me.
I have always imagined a time in my life that I would be able to work as an artist. When I was young, I imagined myself in a house with a huge studio. I would wear flowy dresses. I would have nude models going in and out through my home and gardens. In between my numerous lovers, I would create paintings and drawings that would shock and awe society. I would intimidate and bewilder those around me. Classrooms of children would see my work and decide at that moment, that they too, wanted to be an artist.
Three kids and numerous shitty desk jobs later, I sit here. I sit in old-lady shorts and a tank top. I sit with my hair in an “I’ve given up” bun. I spent my morning cleaning up jammies, undies, toys, hair-ties and whatever else my kids left on the floor before going to school today. I decided to give up on trying to get the goo (doo) out of the intestines of my daughters Doggie Doo toy that hasn’t been able to poop since she fed it too much yesterday. These are my days.
There is no romance. We are all trying to make a living. I do this today for my kids. I have always preached to them that they can be anything in life if they work hard enough. This is my “anything”. I want them to watch me fulfill a dream. I want them to see that with work, you don’t have to follow society.
I sit here, at my desk, with a cup of coffee and music playing in the background. I sit with the project I’m working on. I sit here feeling grateful, for there is no place I would rather be.