The Accidental Artist
I bet you are wondering who I am and how I came to follow this journey of art. I am an accidental artist. In essence, I didn't find art, art found me. And my journey into the creative realm is one of the most a** backwards manners one could imagine on the road to artdom - while hiking cross the good ole U.S.A.
Summer 1997 would be the pivotal moment. Before that fateful trip I spent two plus years taking continuing education art courses to scratch an intellectual curiosity. After the first class I was hooked. But, I also knew that working in the community was where my heart and soul were devoted.
So, instead of furthering my education as a social worker, I quit my job, packed my bags and went gallivanting across America. During this adventure I examined which path my life should take - art or social services. During that journey I found the peace and quiet I needed for my brain and soul to align.
In the end, I chose both paths. For what I discovered is that art is my social work. I don't believe my art can necessarily change the world, but it can at least influence the dialogues around me. And during these conversations help individuals down a more healed, conscientious and tolerant future, which ultimately impacts society.
As Gandhi so eloquently stated, "Be the change you want to see in the world." Now aren't those good words to live by and better yet create by?