I grew up with this notion that artists have wild lives full of adventure and intrigue. Almost a prerequisite for making good art. Yet, I feel like I didn't really discover my own artistic leanings until the world around me settled into a known calm. And ironically, it was leaving a city brimming with creativity did I find my own creative voice. Or really even realize I have one.
These are the things I'm thinking about as my husband and I pack our belongings and move back to that creative city.
These are the things I'm thinking about as my husband and I pack our belongings and move back to that creative city.
