September 17, 2017 by Judith Liebaert
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.
I still feel like a dabbler.
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