The Artist Within

There are things we tell ourselves about our strengths and our talents. Perhaps that we are good at certain things and have no aptitude at others. My father is an artist and both my sisters inherited some of his talent. For years, I told myself I was the only daughter without artistic ability. I couldn’t even draw stick figures!
When I turned thirty, I decided it was time to discover my creativity. I chose sculpting. I found a studio, selected a stone and enrolled in a class. I didn’t tell anyone what I was doing, I just jumped in. It was frightening and liberating all at once - especially when I discovered the class was made up of experienced sculptors!
I had many fits and starts. In fact, there were days when I just stared at the stone without knowing what to do. Slowly, things started to evolve. And to my great surprise, I found I not only had an artistic voice, I really enjoyed expressing it!

Sculpting allowed me to see myself in a new light. Pushing past my fear of looking foolish and my ingrained perceptions gave me freedom that extended beyond the studio walls.