I still remember the day when I first set up my painting space at home 9 years ago.
I got a little room but the room felt big because there was nothing much in there in the beginning.
A couple of brushes.
5 or 6 tubes of cheap acrylic paint.
2 canvases and a foldable easel.
I remember feeling so proud of my materials and myself for starting something new and following my heart's desire at the age of 33, a mom of one autistic boy and another one in the oven.
Slowly my little studio started to fill up with more art supplies and canvases and I was even more prouder.
Today I finished setting up my other home space as a sculpture work room, separated from my painting home studio.
It's again a very small space but it feels big because there is less stuff and a whole lotta possibilities.
I'm beginning a new practice, something I've been dreaming of pursuing for a few years now.
And today I was reminded of that fresh beginning I took a plunge into 9 years ago and I've never been prouder again.