The Artist 

I have always dreamt of being an artist, like a real artist that sell their works to people near and far. I have always been enamored by the arts, both Visual and Performing.  I started out mimicking drawings done by my older sister at age 5. I used to adore her drawing skills everything that she created I would create my own version of it . From butterflies, to flower and even paper dolls. At age 15, something clicked and I no longer wanted to just be a fashion Designer, I want to be an artist. I felt as though I had are really good shot at it. Of course my drawing skills were not great but I was proud of what I could do and knew I could do more. After I graduated high school the art was all I could think about, constantly, I wanted to do nothing else, so I applied to my dream college. I was accepted, did the interview and all I had to do was to pay my tuition. In that moment something felt wrong, like this isn't where I was suppose to be. I was felt strange, confused and was on the verge of having a panic attack. I called my aunt in a panic she said "It's ok just come home we'll work something out" so I felt and never went back. I was almost September and college application window was either closing or closed but my aunty by some miracle got me in the college were I was suppose to be. ​Fast forward for years later I am a Visual Arts teachers at a high school in my home country, Jamaica. It took me and every one else by surprise when I actually fell in love with being a teacher. I believe that I am still discovering myself as an artist so as greedy as it may sound  I want to try everything. So here I am trying everything that I am interested in and fanning the flames of a passion I discovered years ago. 

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