I walked past my studio this morning and realized something when I glanced inside.  I have FINALLY embraced my life as a mom and an artist. For me, being an artist has always required alone time, materials, and a space to work. I used to feel a little selfish having any, or all of those things just for me create to artwork.  At times I tried to do without, but then nothing was made. I’ve learned that having an abundance of anything allows me to give and continue giving. This also applies to my artwork and being creative is one way I choose to give. I’ve had numerous studios, or designated work spaces in my life, all of which came at some expense. I still remember sleeping with the smell of oil paintings drying next to my head in my apartment/studio, eating endless rice and beans to purchase materials, passing out in paint clothes because I only had time to paint after climbing scaffolding all day and then working a late shift at a restaurant. These are sterotypical pictures one might have of an artist.

A baby changes everything.

Now, I keep the stroller in my studio. Paint when he decides to take a nap. I have mastered the art of keeping him out of my supplies with my leg.

I have never been more creative in my life.