I’ve been passionate about words and language for a very long time. Other creative endeavors have often been fleeting for me. However, after a few years’ growth as a human under my belt, I suddenly had a desire to improve at my hobbies. Maybe I read too many Regency novels and decided it was time I was more accomplished.

Anyways, frustrated with my poor drawing and painting skills each time I’d cycle through that hobby, I started carrying a sketchbook with me everywhere in an effort to improve. And I mean everywhere. (There are very few people in my church I haven’t drawn at least once.)

After much practice, my drawings have gone from poor to (what I would consider as just) above mediocre and I’ve discovered a style of painting that feels like home. Apparently, that’s all it takes. At this point, I have as many, if not more, art fans than readers. Maybe transparency with my art journey has helped, I don’t know how this happened!

Ranging from plein air creations on our family hiking trips to illustrations for literary projects, art is basically funding my writing endeavors. I can’t complain! Like the Apostle Paul’s tent-making, I feel like I’ve found a skill to fund the endeavor I feel called to do, one that I enjoy and can do while we adventure.