Jody Noelle Coughlin Art Blog
I know. It's been quiet around my blog in the last while. I'll tell you why. It's because I've spent all summer crunching numbers, feelings, thoughts, hopes and dreams about my future. I've been a stay-at-home mom for almost ten years now and I've decided it's time to move on. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids. I love that I've had the opportunity to be home with them to watch them grow, change, learn, poop, pee, puke and all that stuff. It's been mostly great. I've been mostly broke.
I knew it was time to move on but I didn't want to rush into anything. Anyone who knows me knows that I've had one heck of a time dealing with the issue (or non-issue) of never having stepped foot into an art program. I felt so out of the loop for so long in the art world. Then, one day not too long ago, I realized all that worrying was making this particular artist feel pretty crappy about art. Why was I still painting? Was it for money? For love? I had no idea! All I knew was that it was no longer enjoyable for me. In fact, it was driving me mad!
I'm not very good at promoting myself as an artist and I really don't get out much at all so my list of artist friends is rather concise. I have maybe three that I see on a regular basis and by regular I mean once or twice per decade.
I thought I wanted art school. I thought I wanted it badly. I was wrong! It came down to the wire and I had to decide what to do and so, I did. I decided.
Come what may, I am studying Journalism. That's right. I am passing the idea of art school by, for now. Maybe for good. I am waving the proverbial handkerchief at those distant memories of changing diapers and midnight feedings. My babies are growing up and that is alright with me. Momma is going to college!
I start classes on Tuesday, September 7th and I suspect I will have a great time. The thing I am really curious about is what this will "do" to my art. What kind of artist will I become in the coming weeks and months? Will I even have time for it at all?
I truly hope so. I will say this-I already feel the flow of joy returning to me when I sit down with brush in hand and that is what I hoped for. I think I am on the right path. Finally!
The painting I am showing with this post is a simple watercolor of poppies. It has a bit of an abstract feel and mostly, I noticed, it seems happy. Like me. And I like that. A lot.