If I close my eyes and focus without any distraction or noise, I remember being about seven, back when we still lived in our duplex on Midway Road. My mom worked full time, and we were home only for a little while by ourselves after we got off the bus. Normally, my sister Adrianne and I would play Barbies, but often, I really just enjoyed being alone drawing or reading in our room or at the kitchen table. I used to dream up screen plays before I even knew there was a name for that kind of thing and I’d draw scenes for books without realizing that was a profession that people actually got paid for. I just loved it and couldn’t stop dreaming up funny scenarios and drawing pictures to go with them. (One of my favorite things to do was to “draw” what I saw when I heard songs on the radio.)
I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I knew it had to involve writing or drawing. I remember wondering if people got paid to name crayons, but that’s a different topic altogether. I’ve kept a diary since I was about 8 and I’m embarrassed when I re-read my diaries from high school. To say I’ve grown up a lot is an understatement.
So, even though I’ve had a lifetime love of art and prose, why do I still have an invisible shield keeping all the good stuff from being seen? I don’t even know that I’ve put it out there for anyone to see…it gives me joy to create certain drawings, but I don’t think anyone else will like them. I know that is sounds ridiculous to think these things now, but everyone has their insecurities…right?
Enter the image in this post. I’ve drawn the female figure hundreds of times. I know I’m not quite perfect at it, but I have always LOVED it. I love drawing the clothes, the expression, the pose, and most of all, the hair. Yes, the hair is FUN for me, I get to experiment and make it do things my fine, straight hair will not do.
Jorge and I attended a career seminar at church a few weeks ago. I mostly went for moral support, but ended up taking so much more back with me. After the eight hour day, I realized I am already doing what I love and what God sent me here to do. I am in my right career zone. I am doing what makes me happy, but to stay sane, I still need to let go, and not have so many reservations when it comes to SHARING why I love what I do. I hope that it will inspire someone else to take the leap into what they love.
Sharing this painting with all of you is a significant, although quiet step for me. I promised myself and my readers that when I launched this new blog in January, that it would be somewhat of a more free-flowing expression from me. I am ready to do that now. I hope you guys will continue to join me here where I will share more stories, more art, and more soul. Because goodness knows I need it. Enjoy your weekend! xo Angelica