I want to be an artist.

So, I'm starting a new blog.  Ta-da!  With all my spare time, right?  Anyways, I've had this secret for a long time.  I actually feel a little reticent about sharing my passion.  Actually, I'm scared.  But, I guess that just shows how much I care.  Equal parts fear to passion.  Also, I'm not claiming I have any great technical skills.  But, I do think I have some raw talent that just needs some time and training.  We cleared out the guest bedroom downstairs, and it will be my quiet place.  An hour a day.  Drawing, painting, different art exercises.  Whatever.  Then I will post on here, for a little accountability.  And growth.

So, where did this come from?   I've always loved art.  Been compelled by it.  In fact it's one of the few things that can cause me extraordinary frustration or total satisfaction.  Actually it's the only thing that causes me to throw things.  Like my sketchpad. When I was 10, I had a head full of fantasy.  At that time, it was mostly equine related.  But, to be able to draw my fantasies on paper was a way to make them real.  So much so, that I would draw, draw, draw, until an idea was no longer interesting.  Sort of purging my mind.  Then I'd have to find something new to inspire me.

At any rate, that little a.d.d. girl is still in there.  And, I find myself getting fixated on all sorts of things.  Only to play them out, until I'm no longer interested.  Art has never lost interest to me.  There's always a new way of looking at the same things.  The beauties and tragedies of life.  

And, although I've always loved art, my commitment to it has waivered.  I'm hoping my 60 minute daily regime, will help me push past some of my frustrations, and come out the other side.