I used to paint many years ago. It was something that I really couldn’t go a day without. But then I stopped. It wasn’t anything dramatic, I just lost interest. The problem I had back then was that I reached a point where I didn’t know what to paint so I ran out of steam. I couldn’t simply work-horse my way out of it either, I knew I didn’t have enough life experience to create the kind of paintings I wanted to make.
After my painting melt down I was fortunate enough to land work as a commercial illustrator, then a designer, a project manager and eventually a business owner. This path in itself has been very enjoyable and enriching.
20 years and three children later, it hit me like a brick! I had to paint again, and not just dabble but really embrace it. Best of all I knew what I wanted to paint, well sort of, I had at least a rough idea. The main thing was the passion returned. It feels as though there has been enough of life thrown at me to compliment the deeply personal creative desires that are still floating around. I know that the experiences I have had in life, and also in my design career have shaped this passion in many ways I am yet to understand, and thats what makes it so exciting.
I guess the point here is that it’s never too late for a passion to return and when it does there are no excuses. We owe it to ourselves to give it our best shot.