How I 'Became' An Artist- Glitter Mandatory

I always considered myself a creative person. I was the go-to girl for self-made birthday cards, was frequently asked for advice about interior design, and filled my apartment with colorful, often useless yet charming items. Still, it took me a long time (years) to consider myself an artist. Too big was the respect I felt for the old masters, expressionists, contemporary painters I knew and admired. It took the mourning of the death of a friends' mother combined with a knee surgery that kept me home-bound for weeks with lots of time on my hands to lift this creative energy I always felt to the next level. I started cutting and ripping paper from my vast collection of magazines, vintage art books and everything else that resembles wood pulp (Did I mention I am also a borderline hoarder?) and have never stopped since. The first time I introduced myself as a mixed-media collage artist I felt a wave of calm rushing through my body and I knew that this was what I was supposed to be. It may have taken me longer than others to get to this point, but the journey through self-doubt and insecurities was worth it. My art is me - Odd, full of color, happy, at times quirky, and always glittery. With every collage, I am telling a story and I am always thriving to put the beholder in a better mood - despite the circumstances, political environment or other issues that life may throw at you. I am aware that my art is not for everyone, but if you fall in love with it, you fall hard (I was told) - and that's enough for me. I am an artist.

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