For the first time in 35 years, I held a paint brush and I finished a painting on a canvas.
My dreams of becoming an artist were cut short from the age of 10 due to financial and family reasons. Ever since then, the thought alone of holding a brush pained my soul and so I deterred myself away from art as a whole. The emotions that have accumulated throughout these years made me understand that I should encourage my two sons to chase their dreams no matter what. One day, my older son asked me a simple question: “Mom, what is your dream?” I responded back, “It WAS to be an artist. I’m not sure if it still can be my dream.”
That night, my older son bought me a new canvas, my younger son bought me a new easel, and my husband bought me an assortment of paint brushes and paint. It was one of the best nights in my life and it excites me to no end to know that I still have decades before my eyes grow weary.
I have no mentors and no education in art. I have no professional experience thus no biography. But, I’m excited to become the artist that I’ve always wanted to be.