I always loved art and drawing. I remeber being in my elemntary art class every week. It was the best time of the week for me. Always creating something and unlocking potential I never knew existed. I would draw all the time. I drew faces of unknown people. And as I looked at the finished artwork-I was amazed.
Throughout the years. Everytime I finish a piece of artwork-most of the time-I am surprised by the results. Even when I think it could be better, I feel I did better than I thought I would have. But sometimes the more I look at my art, the more I can see where I have flawed.
Although, my whole life has been countless drawings, and finally venturing out into the world of painting, without guidance, I never knew I wanted to make a living fomr being an artist. But I do. And I think it started with Atlanta. Sometime before I left for Atlanta, or right after, my dad bought me an easel and oil paints. I had never used oil paints before. I fell in love.
The older I get, the more I realize that I desperately want to do something I yearn for. I need to create. And I wish I had the money and time to pursue it. Try to make it into the art world. Take art classes to help with my talent. (I feel weird saying that word-bc I feel it somehow implies I think I am good at what I do)-Which I do think I am fairly good. But there is always going to be someone way better. But I have to be positive. I have to remind myself I haven't had any training. That I have abandoned my love for a while now and am slowly getting back into it.
I hope I can find a way to become my dreams.