Standing One’s Ground
Considering my last post and/or my meandering career, somebody recently called me a very confused lady. Yes, it may appear that way, that I’m unsure about what I wish to do with my life, and so jump from one available opportunity to the next. However, that is not the case. I have always had clarity about the fact that I loved art and wanted to be engaged in it. As a child, I knew I wanted to be an artist. I had that clarity, I remember even now, when I was 12 or 13 and found out there was a good art teacher just 10 minutes away by walk. I recall taking the tuition fee for the class from my mother and walking to the class with my sister by ourselves. We both signed up, and attended a few classes, always walking to the classes by ourselves. Being childish yet, I didn’t know at the time the value of persistence and discipline, and so after a few classes, I didn’t go again, and no one at home said anything about that. Again when I was in class 10, about 15 years old, I remember drawing a p