This past weekend I was able to run the Instagram takeover for Enfants Terribles Magazine, an online editorial that I will be regularly contributing to. It’s such a great project and I’m so happy to be a part of it. If you head over to the blog, you’ll see my most recent post (amongst a ton of really beautiful posts). Over the weekend, one of my posts captured a moment where Odin was at his desk painting and coloring away with me. It was such a beautiful moment to reflect on as I typed the caption for my IG contribution. That moment made me remember very vividly, the moment that I decided I wanted to be an artist. I must have been around seven or eight years old. My mum and I had gone to the library and I had brought home another edition of The Babysitter’s Club. As I sat admiring the the illustrated cover, I began to read all the little the details. The subtitle, description, author, and then illustrator. Of course I stopped there because I had never heard the word illustrator before. I asked my mum about it and she told me that an illustrator was an artist, usually one making art for print in books and magazines. At that point I realized that “illustrator” was a job title, and that being an illustrator could possibly be a career path. It’s silly, but from that point on I was determined to make art to make my way in life. Setting up art spaces for Odin all over the house really helped to bring back such an influential moment in my life. I want him to know anything is possible, and if he wants something he needs to be determined enough to follow that path. I went into childcare for my first real job in high school. I was very good at early childhood development and very keen on learning more. When my last year of high school arrived, I really was at a loss. Everyone in my life was telling me that going into early childhood development would earn me a living, whereas becoming an artist never would.
I was stubborn. I’ve always been stubborn in that way and I was very determined to do as I had always imagined myself doing. I applied only to a private art college. I could’ve gone to a public university for free because of my grades throughout high school, but I knew it wasn’t the path I wanted to be on. I knew if I had I would’ve been “settling” and would not have been happy in the long run. I was accepted into Ringling College of Art and Design for the semester following my high school graduation. I took out loans and am now in debt, and although that does bring me down every now and then, I really do believe that it was worth it. I will feel so relieved when those debts are paid, but what’s even more fulfilling is that I’m making my art to pay those loans. I imagine myself working very hard and finding myself able to pay them off much sooner than I ever imagined, and then truly being able to make my living off what I’ve learned. Zak is the biggest motivation in this career path. When we found out I was pregnant, I had given it all up. All of my hopes and dreams. I assumed there would be no time for me to do the things I wanted to do, but he was determined to convince me otherwise.
So that’s how I ended up on the path that I’m on. It’s work every day, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want Odin to feel the same as he grows older in whatever he chooses to do. No regrets.