How I Got Here

Before I created Paula Neys Art, I worked as an occupational therapist.  After many years of service in the medical field, I began to have breakdowns in my health.  I was scared.  I knew I had to “see” and “be” in a different way,  yet, I didn’t know what “different” looked like.

Then I turned 60.

I knew that I had less life ahead of me than behind me.  Quiet questions and cravings began to nag me.  Questions that left me wondering what more I was to do, what was really mine to do in this world and who of me was I yet to know?  Cravings to create were relentless,  I didn’t know where to begin.  I had been taking art classes through the years, yet,  there wasn’t anything that really grabbed me until I accidentally discovered alcohol inks.  I really fell in LOVE with the artwork I saw being created with the the inks.  I bought my supplies and got started with my own experimentation.

My first phase of painting showed me that I wasn’t very good in the use of these inks, however, the more I painted, the more proficient I became.  I had to learn to be disciplined in my practice of painting while simultaneously being receptive to what came through the flow of the inks. Eventually, I began to like my artwork.

In came the next phase, “show and tell”.  I began to share my work in Facebook groups and to friends and family.  Their responses gave me the courage to do art shows and teach classes. Throughout the sharing of my art, I am discovering that many others are craving the experiences art provides.  I also hear sad stories of how young creatives  had been humiliated as children because another had judged them to be lacking in artistic skills.  I, too, had been told early in life, my artwork wasn’t good enough.

Out of my experiences, came another big decision; create an art business. The Pandora’s box of some of my most powerful fears was opened.

It turns out, the road was more difficult than I imagined.

I had to learn how to market on social media and create a website. I also had to learn how to use photoshop, a Mac computer and an expensive printer.  For my artist’s brain, this was (still is) a nail biter.

There were many fears that rose up and are still rising up as I maneuver through this world of art business. These inner fears tell me I will lose my ability to create, my work isn’t good enough to sell, I am wasting my money on training, supplies and equipment and I am too much of a dreamer.

In spite of the fears and sabotaging voices, I paint, I teach and I market.  I have a hope that someday I’ll have an agent that will help me license my artwork.

I hope, in the telling of my story, you’ll be inspired to create and enjoy art  in a way that suits you.  I believe the need and desire to create is inherent and necessary.  I also believe we need art and artists to help us experience the magic in everyday life.  Here’s to a life of magic, dreams and inspiration!