Sometimes when I look back at my life and wonder what it could’ve been if I followed my passion and went to school for Fine Arts. Instead, I listened to my dear Dad and went to school to become a Registered Pharmacist. My Dad always wanted me to be some kind of professional in health care. and keep art as a hobby.
Well, I served the community for a good 30 years, healed so many souls in different ways. I did manage to pick up the brush here and there whenever opportunity allowed, as the passion for art within, was still alive inside.
Now after having retired, I dove right into the sea of art that was waiting for me. My easel, canvas, paint, brushes all were happy to see me back. This is chapter 2 of my life.
I’m enjoying every moment of it and loving it to the fullest.
This is just the beginning for me in the vast world of art, but I’m being very optimistic and will not let me be surrounded by walls of hopelessness. I will pursue my passion and follow my dreams and keep on making art.