Ever have that moment when you realize you can do something you hadn’t previously conceptualized? Like ‘Oh, how did I never know I could enjoy cooking and eating cicadas, or lift a huge truck tire?’
I had this experience when at the turn of the year 2019 into 2020, I took a marker in my hand and drew myself a vision board. Normally, my vision boards were collages filled with the pages of many a Nat Geo or People, even Better Homes And Gardens, but this one was unlike all the others. My hand glided across the thick paper, the Sharpie finding lines and angles that were not of me, but were mine for the moment. Each small shape was meaningless, random, until I moved back to observe the page from a height. Suddenly the picture unfolded in front of my eyes. On either side stood a figure: one masculine, the other a veiled feminine. It was astounding, not only to see clearly this lovely piece of art, but to think that it came from me. I had done this.
So as an experiment, I decided I should continue to draw. I found more of the construction paper and decided to doodle. It turns out, my little jottings are lovely! And, I enjoy doing it, which is always nice to realize.
A year and a half later, I’ve sold my first painting and commissioned two more! I’m not sure what will come of this adventure, and I’m holding closely to the reality that the adventure is what will come and has already started.
Do I dare call myself an artist? Yes. Not because I’ve sold a painting, not because I have an ability to put what I see in my mind down on paper, but because I claim the responsibility of perceiving and do so by continued practice, faith, and pride in myself and my work. Let’s draw y’all!