‘That’s all we are; amateurs. We don’t live long enough to be anything else.’
I live in front of myself in everything I do.
By that I mean I push my limits
dive deeper than I think possible
and more often than not stretch just past my perceived boundaries.
It was well into the publication of my first book Encaustic Workshop
before I comfortably called myself as artist out loud.
That title, artist,
seeming so very mysterious,
I was simply a mom,
with a passion,
making my way
driven by a fire inside that could no longer be ignored.
One would think that a decade down this road of ‘artist’
I’d adjust and get over ‘amateur’.
Thankfully I haven’t.
And now I know why.
Not because I seek so madly to keep on experimenting and finding out
exploring and inspiring.
Not because I go back to the drawing board
or tear a new sheet of paper
or tread another path.
And yet, I do do all those things; madly and with a crazy passion 😉
No I am an amateur,
grateful, passionate, amateur
because I forever
to my last breath love what I do.
I get to.
And it’s so good.
Be an amateur with me.