Someone said to me, “You’ve sold your first painting. You are now officially an artist.”

That statement made me think. What defines an artist? Is it the ability to sell your work? Or does one become an artist when they sweep that first burst of color onto a canvas? Personally, I think it is the latter. It is a wonderful feeling to sell a painting, but the artist was inside me long before the sale. It takes courage to paint, not because it is difficult (although it can be), but because the artist pours their soul into every work of art. Painting demands vulnerability, and the artist must be willing to lay bare what is inside them. Painting is personal, a spiritual endeavor that releases the internal spirit. It is freeing. It is frustrating. It is a journey, and I am thankful for every moment.

Pick up a brush and paint, draw, or do something uniquely creative. Do something creative that is uniquely you. Share it, if you want to, but regardless, just do it. Creating is food for the soul. You can thank me later.

I want to take a moment to thank everyone who helped make this event possible and those who came to see my art. I will never forget this experience. I will miss my first turtle, the first painting to be sold (and pictured in this post). I am glad this painting found a new home. A piece of me will travel with him. It is as it should be.

Have a wonderful week,

Deb