Artist at last!

My Artistic Journey,
or how I finally became an artist in my forties

I was 47 before I dared calling myself an artist. Before, I had a hobby. A hobby is a big blanket you can hide your fears and insecurities under. It helps you hide how much this thing you do any chance you get at the weekend and in the evening means to you. It hides the fact that this is the only thing in your life that keeps you going and sane. It feeds your soul. It’s the little square of blue sky in the prison cell.