I’m A Fish Out Of Water

I’m a lot of things really. I have been daughter, sister, lover, wife, mother and grandmother—all roles defined by my relationship to others.

I’ve held many jobs, in service and professional industries.

I am a writer. I manifested that for myself. I know it to be true, because I write something every day, because I have been published in many forms for more than 30 years now, because my first novel was published last year.

I am a dabbler in the arts. I long to manifest beauty from the tips of my fingers. This yearning existed before any notion of being a writer seized me. One day a week, I gather with others at the studio of a friend, where we draw and paint in companionship. I take online classes and watch endless instruction videos on Youtube. I have my own studio, and while I don’t make art every day, I’ve none-the-less made a lot of art.

I never call myself an artist. I think because so much of the art I create does not satisfy my eye. On the other hand, I believe that most of what I write, published or not, shines. My writing is often praised; I am a praise junkie (I forgot to mention that up top).

But, I’ve received praise for my art, and sold some too, without that ever being the intent.

I have a conundrum.

This early face was painted with craft grade acrylic, eye makeup pencils and chalk. I didn’t even know what mixed media was then. I thought this painting was amateurish, like something out of a coloring book. Somebody bought it. Now several years into taking online classes and watching hundreds of instruction videos on Youtube demonstrating mixed media faces, I am struggling to find my own style. I wonder, Have I suffocated it?


A mixed media collage—again before the countless hours of online instruction. Again, it sold quickly. Again, I was surprised by that.


These little fishes were sent off to the 2013 ROCO 6×6 show—#2447 if you care to find it there. When I searched for that link, I was one more time surprised to find that somebody forked over a small bit of cash to take my fishes home.

3 Fishies

I still feel like a dabbler.

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7 thoughts on “I’m A Fish Out Of Water

  1. toribev says:

    You are an artist. Look at the work you posted above… it oozes with color and pattern, movement, emotion and meaning… those are the things that people are connecting with when they see your art. I can understand why each piece sold. You are an artist.

  2. Sal Scheibe says:

    Your art is wonderful! Artist for sure! Finding your own style is hard but it usually happens as you go through the years, even if you don’t think it’s happening. Once people start recognizing your work without seeing your name, you know you have a style.

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