Driving around last week, while on deliveries, I had a lot of time to do some thinking. Ever since my early teens I had dreamt of being an artist and living on a tropical island. My parents bought me my first oil colour paints. I still remember them saying, "Make sure this is what you want, as they are VERY expensive."
Moving off to Edmonton in the late 70's after graduation, I started my art career by taking night classes at the University of Edmonton. I dreamt of being an artist.
Moving back to Sask. in the 80's I became a free-lance artist. I approached different businesses and asked if they would like me to paint murals on their outside walls. One of my clients was a funky denim store. Payment was by means of some cash, some cloths. I dreamt of some day being an artist.
Off to Toronto in the late 80's I started a graphic design company. I worked with artists and art galleries helping them with their marketing.
Back to Sask. in the year 2000 I bought a house and started a magazine. I turned part of the house into a studio where I could have art shows and openings. The shows were a big success with paintings flying off the walls.
All the while I dreamt of living on an island and being an artist.
Now here I am, living on Vancouver Island, painting, and running an art magazine. Guess what? My dream has come true. I am living on an island and living the life of an artist.
Be careful what you wish for!
Till Next Time ...
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