I was the kid who always had paper in front of her and crayons in her hand.
I was the kid who doodled all over the TV Guide, tracing the letters and drawing pictures on it. I was the girl who loved to take the junk mail and scrap paper to keep as a stash to write and draw on. I was the girl who drew Tippy from her parents’ matchbooks and mailed it in, hoping to be recognized. I was the girl who took the weekly challenge from the newspaper and drew a picture from a squiggle, hoping to win the prize. I was the teen who finally found an art teacher who took an interest in teaching her how to draw and had talent from which she could learn. I was the teen who wanted to go to art school, but whose practical parents talked into getting a business degree. I was the mom who, after 15 years picked up a pencil and started to sketch her infant daughter, but left the sketch unfinished. I was the woman who, feeling unfulfilled in her corporate job, started a side business to unleash the creativity that was screaming to be freed. I am the woman who, after 30 years has decided to re-introduce herself to her first love, and have an affair of a lifetime. I am an artist.
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Joyce Hurd
6/28/2024 07:07:59 pm
Awesome - this is so wonderful - you are creative and you are an artist. Can't wait to see what you do next!
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