If you remember having to draw your own sketches of anatomy and cross sections of the mitochondria growing up, you’re in the prime of your life like me! I loved it, I’d spend hours of my day doing detailed, shaded and anatomically correct drawings of everything I could in biology class.
Needless to say, not much studying got done. But I did drag myself through nursing school, fully under the impression that it’s only my interest in biology that made me spend so much time drawing. I mean, I was not artsy like my sisters, nor did I think it would do me much good doodling my time away, so I worked a normal job.
Years went by, kids were raised, money was earned, transplantation to America took place, all kinds of confusion, sadness, endings and new starts had to be lived through. Only to discover what my soul already knew 35 years ago.
Since I’m in my prime and all… this time I’ll listen to myself and create not only sketches, murals, oil and acrylic paintings, and maybe if I’m patient enough some sculptures. I’ll create these things because it saved me, and then I’ll send it into the world with the hope that somewhere someone may feel the calm happiness it brings me.