Pushing Past the Edges

There is that point, in every painting, where it’s so tempting to give up. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been painting (10 years). It doesn’t matter how many hours I’ve spent in the studio, learning and practicing (thousands). There is inevitably that point where...

Moving with the fear

I am terrified. I am terrified of this new adventure. I am terrified that I have nothing to offer anyone. I am terrified that my art and my words are meaningless. Worthless to anyone but me. These are old monsters. Strong. Ancient. Deep. These fears don’t want...

Sometimes, smaller is better.

I am exceptionally good at freaking myself out. One morning, I sat down and calculated the cost of my returning to France next year to continue studying. As I’d suspected, it’s around $20,000. Ay carumba. All those zeros still freak me out. And while...