{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Life by Larabee","provider_url":"https:\/\/lifebylarabee.com","author_name":"Debra Larabee","author_url":"https:\/\/lifebylarabee.com\/index.php\/author\/dylarabee\/","title":"Reflections of an Artist - Life by Larabee","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"pcX5m4Jxd2\"><a href=\"https:\/\/lifebylarabee.com\/index.php\/2025\/08\/01\/reflections-of-an-artist\/\">Reflections of an Artist<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/lifebylarabee.com\/index.php\/2025\/08\/01\/reflections-of-an-artist\/embed\/#?secret=pcX5m4Jxd2\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Reflections of an Artist&#8221; &#8212; Life by Larabee\" data-secret=\"pcX5m4Jxd2\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/lifebylarabee.com\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/lifebylarabee.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/01\/DSC08418-2-scaled.jpg","thumbnail_width":2560,"thumbnail_height":2527,"description":"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."}