MY LIFE AS AN ARTIST
My father always told me I would grow up to be a jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none. He was right. I turned out to be one part writer, one part artist, and one part photographer. I don’t have a specific genre, I don’t have a specific style. I’m lucky that way.
It means one day I get to write a true story about a love affair in China that went very wrong, and the next day I get to paint a spotted eagle ray on glass. It means that for inspiration I sometimes grab a paint brush instead of a camera instead of a pen and paper. On really good days, it means I get to use my bare hands to make giant outdoor art.
Creativity does not always lead in a straight line, but if you have the courage to trust it you will experience not only light, color, and sound, but also the powerful emotions and satisfaction of a rich rewarding life.
And a funny thing happened on my way to becoming a jack-of-all-trades: I now create more, I create better, and I enjoy every single day that I am lucky enough to be an artist. Not bad for a master-of-none.