Starting an artistic career in my fifties is a pretty daunting prospect. I have just returned from visiting my daughter in the Alps so my head is full of mountains and I'm going to use the idea of mountains to talk about the mountains in my head. These are:
1. The urge to make money. This is a problem. Some people make money out of art. I'm not quite sure how to do it. I'm fairly sure that, if I set out to be 'commercial' I will fail.
2. All the other stuff people want you do to. I have just spent a week skiing. Which was enjoyable and my companions on this holiday were great but it reminded me that I can't really afford to spend time doing stuff that isn't art.
3. Nerves. This morning I was in my portrait painting class, which I have been going to for years. Feeling really relaxed when I became convinced that I couldn't paint eyes. Which meant I was unable to do so. It suddenly seems more important.
4. Being Judged. When I worked in IT I was judged on if I could make things work. Now I barely understand the criteria for judgement and it seems to happen a lot. I just have to put it out of my mind.
But I feel better for writing this down. Watch out 'Art World'. Here I come!