November 2nd, 2011 was my Last Supper ...
I was done. I was ready. I was empty.
On November 2nd, 2011 I shot my last commercial photography work. It was intentional, I had prepared myself for it and I had worked on reinventing myself and help my husband open and run his business. Why would I quit creativity? why would I turn my back to something that brought me so much joy, enthusiasm and success?
I was done. I was dry. I was empty. November 2nd, 2011 was my Last Supper.
Since then I 've raised a strong girl, I have become an entrepreneur and launched an amazing business and I have fallen in love with customer experience and company culture. I'm happy, I have everything I want and I look forward to planning my early retirement. But this is not enough. In the last 8 years my Creativity has been folded and put in a drawer in a room locked with a key that I can't find.
A few months back I felt this incredible sadness for the part of me that stopped living, stopped developing and took a great backseat to everything else. I remember thinking about my photography days and how I missed being creative and getting easily excited about a creative idea. That's when it hit me. What was I waiting for? all other pieces of my puzzle were in place. Why would I not listen to the voice that kept telling me to grab the camera, grab the pencil, take myself out to museums and galleries.
It was time. When I turned 44 last year I told my younger self I would honor the past and reconnect with Art.
So I gifted myself a ticket to Art Basel in Miami. And that's where it all started again.