Reflecting back on the last nine months, and really the last three years, it is a constant reminder of how grateful I am. After completing a BA in Art History, and one in Art Studio from UC Davis, in 2000, I got scared, and got a job in a computer networking firm. It was lucrative, I liked all my co-workers, and I thought that was enough, but it wasn't. Slowly, over twelve years, it ate everything away, that I cared about, that I was. It became a hostile work environment, it put me in the hospital, it put me in severe debt, trying to buy happiness, because my job was making me so miserable. In 2013 I lost the job, and was released from my self appointed prison. I decided, I could be scared and go find another job, that would likely make me just as ill, or I could take a chance, give up some luxuries, sell some possessions, and take a chance on doing what I love. Since you are reading this, I don't think I need to tell you my decision.
The last three year, working my butt off harder than I ever have, have given me more happiness than the twelve years before. They have not always been easy, but they have been joyful, and now the ball is rolling. Every day, a little better, a little busier. This last twelve months has graced me with seven exhibitions. So much work, and I am so thankful for every bit of it. I have spoken of this before, but I think it is so important, to have balance, to be grateful, to lead an honorable life. I am so glad I made my move. My mantra: I will do the work, I ask the Universe to bestow the gifts. And the Universe has listened.