I have wanted to be a full-time artist since I was 16. Now, at 60, I am being laid off from a good job. Getting by on what will be available to me financially is very scary. But I am taking the risk of trying to make it work.
Last weekend at the studio, facing my canvases after deciding to paint full time, I was riddled with doubt. Am I really good enough? Even if I am good enough, will I be able to survive? A recipe for creative constipation. Of course, I painted anyway - that is what I do.
This will be a journal of my transition through this challenging and life-changing event.