A Journey Back to Myself : Becoming an Artist.
It is never to late to do what you love.
For over twenty years, I had a wonderful career designing toys, building playful worlds for other people’s children to explore. As a toy designer, I thrived on creativity, but always through the lens of what would delight a child. Somewhere in all of that, a quiet part of me, the part that once loved drawing, sculpting, imagining freely, got tucked away.
In my fifties, I felt an ache I couldn’t ignore. It was the ache of a creative spirit asking to come back to life. I realized that while I had been designing for others, I had left little room to design for myself. That’s when I chose to step onto the path of an emerging artist. It wasn’t a decision I made lightly. It was a slow, personal awakening, shaped by curiosity and the need to reconnect with the truest parts of me.
Becoming an artist at midlife felt, in some ways, rebellious. But also deeply necessary. I needed to let my hands remember what it felt like to create without a brief or a focus group. I needed to explore art as a language for my own voice, my own questions, my own messy, beautiful human story.
I see my work now as a kind of personal archaeology, digging through layers of experience, emotion, even forgotten dreams, and assembling them into something honest. There’s a quiet power in that. Being an emerging artist later in life gives me a unique perspective. I carry decades of lived experience, of successes and failures, of resilience. That becomes the raw material I sculpt, paint, and shape. It gives my art a depth I never could have reached in my twenties.
If you’re reading this and wondering if it’s too late to follow a creative calling, let me tell you: it isn’t. The world needs your perspective, your voice, your imagination, at any age. Becoming an artist at 55 was the greatest gift I could have given myself. It reminded me that wonder doesn’t belong to childhood alone; it belongs to anyone willing to stay curious, to play, to try.
My artistic journey is far from finished. Every day I learn something new about materials, ideas, and even about myself. There’s so much joy in that. I invite you to follow along, to see how this creative transformation continues to unfold. Whether you are an art collector, a fellow creative, or simply someone searching for a spark of inspiration, I hope my story encourages you to believe in your own capacity to begin again.
I am proud to stand here as an emerging artist, exploring, experimenting, and rediscovering what truly matters. It feels like coming home. And I’m excited to share that home with you.
