I didn’t start painting until I was 40 years old. Some people might think that a true painter would be innately born to be a painter. Maybe I was but life didn’t present me with the desire till I was older.
My father was a wonderful painter and professional artist, I would sit hours by his side and watch him paint. He would teach me about color, perspective and composition. Yet I never put them into practice. I idolized him, and then he was gone, at fifteen I became broken when my father suddenly died. I never picked up a brush after that for the first half of my life.
My husband was in the Air Force and he was up for transfer to another base. So we visited Kirkland AFB near Albuquerque, New Mexico. A friend I was working with suggested I visit Ghost Ranch, where Georgia O’Keeffe painted. My epiphany came when I walked in her shoes in the beautiful New Mexico soil. It brought up the long shackled desire to paint.
It became my passion and the Yin to my Yang of self-preservation while working in the field of Child Welfare. It became my joy and my spark to igniting a creative life. My father was at my back spurring me along.
That is why I believe it is never to late to find your passion. If it is visual art then pick up that brush, mold some clay or weld some metal. Join your local art’s guild find some classes or workshops, find the joy in life.
Never stop finding your true calling.
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