When I was 4 years old, my parents decided my path for me. I had no decision in the process, I was obedient and trusted their plan. My father's uncle was a doctor, and I was to follow that path. I remember loving science, math, reading, but mostly people, animals and nature. I was directed to science kits, microscopes and slides, but hid in the closet to draw.
My mother was a successful artist and I loved her work from my earliest memories. I never dreamed I could make anything so beautiful. I would sit and marvel at the paintings she painted. I was never to touch her brushes,her pens or pastels....it wasn't in a mean way, it was just known that wasn't an option.
I wasn't allowed to sing either. Only my sister. She sang beautifully.
It's strange how repressed longings create an almost forbidding pleasure.
I spent most of my life in the medical field. I loved caring and helping and problem solving.
Now, I am a artist. I struggle at times allowing myself to freely paint or sculpt or make pottery dishes.....that forbidding pleasure....
Today I break though and draw and sculpt and joyfully sing with my iPod.
I believe that although I was successful and good in the medical field, God designed me to be an artist. I'm no longer a secret artist.:)
Sketch before sculpture of a puppy