 2025 was a year of exploration. A year of rediscovering my inner and outer artist. My musical artist remaining in the background for now, I embarked on the journey of the painter, the visual artist, the very first artistic path I pursued. Finally free of the binds of what other people think of me, I felt I could at long last truly uncover my potential as a painter and let her unfold.
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 I always enjoy deep conversation. Lately, the topic of AI seems to hum everywhere. Most are baffled at how fast things are happening. How quickly the AI is getting better.
As musicians and artists, we often talk about how many of our former opportunities are disappearing due to the ease of use of AI. We easily foresee human-written jingles, movie or television programming cues (those are the little bits of music that appear underneath the storyline), making the humans, who formerly based a great deal of their income on having these unique skills, obsolete.  When I was a little girl, I loved horses. I would ride whenever I got the chance. I even helped train and break them in for riding. I volunteered at stables and the local riding school just to be close to them. Our family could never afford to own one (or even co-own one). I participated in 4H and learned everything I could about these magnificent creatures. And since I am also drawn to the arts, even as a child, I would draw horse after horse, as anatomically correctly as I possibly could.
 M.C. Escher, The House of Stairs, 1951, Lithography It is so easy to get bogged down in the details of life, especially when it’s seemingly not going your way. The transmission in our car went out, I was out with a cold, and we are sitting on a house that has been up for sale for almost six months. I’m sure we could drop the price further, but it seems like a bad decision for us at this point.
Somewhere between car repair estimates and sneezes, I remembered that I have done much harder things than this. I have been in worse places, and I have dealt with worse things. Perspective changes everything.  Not every brushstroke is going to be magic. Not every day working on a painting is going to produce something wonderful. Sometimes you have to be content with adequate.
I have been an artist for most of my adult life. And come to think of it, most of my childhood as well. But I’m not sure that counts. Every child is an artist until proven otherwise by life, critique, comparing themselves to their peers, or simply by lack of enjoyment. |
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