I was asked to hang my work and give an art talk at an office I worked at 11 years ago this week. It also happens to be my sons 10th birthday. The interesting part about all of this is that it all coincides.
11 years ago I was working a temp job at New York Life Insurance while selling off everything I owned. I was preparing for a life as a nomad. I had won an artist grant and fellowship to work in India with the kerosene brides doing art from a therapeutic aspect. I had just come from Europe after a year of artist residencies. Kansas City was a temporary stop.
Then, the unimaginable happened. I got pregnant (on birth control). Needless to say, it wasn’t in the plan. I had sold everything I owned, was working a temp job, and didn’t even have a lease on a place. I was in the perfect position to live out of a suitcase galavanting around the world; not to be a new mom.
I shed so many tears over my predicament that my boss told me with relief once I confided in her, “Thank God, I thought you had a terminal disease from all the tears”. Let’s cut through all the sweat and tears and determination and hard work, and fast forward to 11 years later.
My amazing son has traveled 10 countries with me, many for art related travels. He has been raised in an art studio and as a result is super social. I get a phone call from a company I was once a temp for, asking me to hang my paintings and speak about my work. If you had told me 11 years ago as I sat at my desk hyperventilating and crying that in 11 years I would be hanging on the walls as an artist and speaking about my work, I would have never believed you.
This really has come full circle round. It’s been a super reflective week for me, and I am so grateful for everything single moment of the past 11 years. I was pushed past what I ever thought capable, was given the gift of motherhood, and was still able to make my dreams a reality. It reminds me of that saying “Just when the caterpillar thought the world was going to end, it became a butterfly”