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“Not Cut Out for This?” A Journey Back to Art

In high school, I sat in art class, pencil in hand, focused on my assignment. My teacher walked by, glanced at my work, and casually said, "I guess you're not really cut out for this class”. And just like that, something inside me dimmed. I stopped making art. 

For years, decades, actually, I carried that moment with me. I let someone else’s words define what I was capable of. Life moved on, but art remained a quiet echo in the back of my mind, a path I never allowed myself to walk again.

Then, at 59, something changed. I picked up a brush. A pencil. A piece of charcoal. I started making art again, not for approval, not for a grade, but for myself. And with every stroke, I reclaimed a part of me that had been left behind.

The rest? Well, the rest is history.