How I became an artist

I wanted to share a story of a series of seemingly unrelated events that completely changed the direction of my life.

When I was 11, I wanted to be a fashion designer when I grew up.

While still in high school, I took classes and training to become a fashion designer to get ready for my destiny.

Life and circumstances intervened and I put my creative career ideas behind me.

When I was 18 years old, I started working at a travel agency. Two years later, I became the general manager.

I was always mature for my age, which used to sound like such a good thing. I’ve been working at reversing that for some time now.

The voices in my head

Years later, I continued my career path as a general manager of a computer networking firm.

Until something happened that changed everything.

My husband got a job transfer and we moved from L.A. to Denver.

Our living expenses were reduced and I had the opportunity to reinvent my life and work.

Art Journal, Sally Evans, Ah Bird, Art, Drawing,

The desire to do something creative was still strong.

I even entertained the idea of becoming a party planner. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist the pun.)

But the voice in my head said, “I must be practical.”

My father was a living, breathing example that you should never confuse work with fun.

I was responsible and reliable with reasonable office skills and fully planned to go back into a management position.

I interviewed and got the job as a sales manager for a button manufacturing company.

I should have been excited but I didn’t even start the job because I realized I was interested in all the fun things you could make with buttons and not the selling part.

Letting desire and what I really, really wanted a chance to be a priority, the choice to do something creative was clear.

My 11-year-old self still wanted to create.

Leap and the canvas shall appear.

I took a leap by deciding I wanted to go to art school.

I was still trying to be practical.

No. Really. I planned to learn graphic design.

I had no particular drawing or artistic skills. Simply a love of design and a desire to use my creativity.

But the exacting nature of graphic design was not a good match for me.

My husband said, “What you really like is the fine art classes. Why don’t you do that?”

Seriously? Who was this genie granting me my wishes?

I was still trying to be practical yet couldn’t deny he was right.

When I was painting the pieces for my graduation show, I had an aha moment.

My deep and heartfelt desire stems from choosing to paying attention to joy and beauty and to inspire others to stop and notice it for themselves.

So, fast forward a lot of years, to the joys and struggles of finally giving myself permission to become an artist and share my work with you.

It is only by opening myself up, becoming vulnerable, and sharing my work with you that my art will serve its purpose.

Sally Evans, Purple Mountain Majesty, Painting, Paintbrush, Pliers, Jewelry Making,

Sally Evans with Purple Mountain Majesty painting

(This looks like I am multitasking with my paintbrush and pliers. I never paint and make jewelry at the same time.)

How does this affect you?

My goal is to remind you to slow down, take a moment to be mindful, to appreciate and savor the beauty and joy that surrounds you.

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