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Only recently have I decided to think of myself as an Artist as well as an Educator.
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The Educator part was easy; I have been teaching since 1997. Thinking of myself as an Artist was harder.
I have nothing hanging in museums or published in books (yet); there are days when I struggle to draw
stick figures for my students who reluctantly agree "Yah... sure it looks like a tiger...hmmmm."
My sister has always been the Artist in the family- the one who was gifted enough to have been
drawing horses on the backs of her school papers since kindergarten and having people say "Wow, that's incredible!", while
I was content to draw all the O's and P's in with grey pencil. Anything I drew, painted, or collaged, I did in secret
notebooks, hidden underneath my mattress or put in the back of my closet.
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Throughout my young adult years my paintings were often dark and shadowy. My paintings reflected my mood.
It has only been recently as I have learned to s.l.o.w.l.y leave my past behind and face the future with
some confidence that my paintings have taken on color. The painting process itself have become more meaningful. Instead of
painting to release pent-up frustration and fears... I now paint to express hopefulness,
love, expectancy.
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Ephesians 3:20.. My God is able to carry out His
purpose and do Superabundantly far & above all that I dare ask or think- infinitely beyond my highest prayers, desires,
thoughts, hopes, or dreams!
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