04/29/2026
UPDATE:
Being accepted into the creative arts industry, (let alone society,) has been a never-ending struggle for me. I’ve always battled with varying degrees of anxiety and self-doubt, because I've never quite fit in anywhere. Not in my business pursuits or personal life. I've always been on the other side of the window, looking in. Truth be told, I find trying to fit in exhausting. Debilitating.
I understand, it can be confusing. What is she - a writer, a painter, a floral designer, a crafter, a kitchen designer, an art instructor? Trying to figure that out has been a lifelong journey. I don't know myself. So, I can’t really expect others to know.
Now in my 65th year, I’ve started pondering, “why”. Why can't I pursue all these creative outlets? Why do I have to be "pigeonholed" to just one medium. Why can't I create just for the pleasure of creating?
My interests and capabilities are varied. But, at the heart of everything I create, is the thrill of designing. To take nothing but an idea, a vision and bring it to fruition is intoxicating. Enjoyable. My happy place. Whether it is with art supplies or a keyboard.
I am a prolific explorer of the arts and a master of none. I create for the experience not perfection. I am a purveyor of creativity, and this is my journey.
