That low whisper became an ever-present hum in the back of my mind, and art spilled into every space it could. I painted through my lunch breaks, and missed sleep to sketch. In a small notebook with “The Artist Plan” scribbled on the cover, I let myself begin to dream. I mapped out every possible way I could make being an artist work. That ever-present hum became a heaviness in my chest, and I couldn’t argue with it any longer.

 

I handed in my notice, and began dreaming up the 100 Painted Leaves Collection.

 

Newly self-employed and in search for structure, I committed to painting a leaf each day for 100 days. The love these little paintings were met with was overwhelming, and solidified my new journey as an artist. I think that collection will always be precious to me. When I look at those paintings, I see the path I took back to myself.

 

I find a peace in creating that pushes me to keep painting. I believe that the artistic process is an act of reverence, and we are called to celebrate the things that matter. It is one of my greatest joys to create pieces that speak to others. I am honored to be trusted with preserving sacred memories, and thrilled time and time again to see each painting find its home. Community is what makes art meaningful, and I’ve got an awfully good one.

 

You are the reason I get to be an artist, and I cannot thank you enough.

 

With the fullest gratitude,

Katie