I think that most of the time we don't really have a reason for what we choose to do in life. We simply fall into it. Of course, if we are artists, we were born artists. That part is just a fact.
I was born an artist. Professionally, I began as a graphic artist, then a portrait artist, and then it stopped. When marriage and kids came along I lost interest. Throughout the years, I've continued to paint when asked, but it was never an obsession.
In November, 2005, our daughter, Jessie became very sick. After months of not knowing what was wrong or even if it was life threatening, she was diagnosed with an unusual autoimmune disease called CFIDS (chronic fatigue immune dysfunction syndrom). During the early months, Jes was bedridden. The only thing she could do was watch television, which quickly grew old. I searched out every "sit still" hobby that I could think of. Finally, one day I bought a few cheap jewelry supplies and we set out make pretty things. Jessie (now 17) is still working to find her new "normal" and hopes to begin college soon. Her strength truly inspires.
Playing with jewelry opened the Pandora's box that had, for years, been hidden away. I learned just how therapeutic any form of art is during difficult times.
So, that's a VERY short version of my story. What's yours?
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