Lover of periwinkle and orange, but like, sherbet orange,
Flowers and stars,
Conversations over coffee or wine,
& Finding meaning in all the little things.
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Born and raised in small-town Midwest, art was considered a wonderful hobby, but not a career path. I believed this for a long time and enjoyed various creative outlets including photography, drawing, ceramics, and painting. Throughout my time in formal education, year after year I would receive the “Most Creative” superlative at end-of-year ceremonies. Although I enjoyed this award, it also left me feeling like I was doomed to a lifetime of unsatisfying careers, as my greatest talent was only for passing time on the weekends. After graduating, I jumped into a “real” job as a Realtor and occasionally found time to paint.
After moving to Charleston, SC in 2014, I was overjoyed by the plethora of galleries, monthly art walks, inspiring colors, and rich textures that filled the city. Being a Realtor also gave me the opportunity to peek inside lovely historic homes at incredible collections of art.
At one of my team’s year-end celebrations, I once again received the superlative “Most Creative.” Despite the good intentions, I remember thinking, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me! I am crushing this whole ‘real job’ thing. I want to be recognized for my sales, not my hobby.”
If I still had that award, I would put it in a frame.
I am creative. Art is my career.