I recently watched some movies on Vincent Van Gogh, and Paul Gauguin – artists who started painting relatively late in their lives. Neither of them were formally trained as painters. Yet, their brilliance shines through even in their earliest works (shown here).
Portrait of Aline (His Beloved Daughter), Watercolor on Paper.( Paul Gaugin, 1879)
Sorrow (Portrait of a Pregnant, Abandoned, Prostitute Van Gogh Had Loved), Lithograph. (Vincent Van Gogh, 1882)
It made me think that if one has faith (and talent), one is never too old to start anything – Well, I take that back. 30+ may be too late to start dreaming about becoming a prima ballerina, or an Olympian gymnast, or pursue some other physically brutal career!
Those who have been dreaming, of starting that little boutique, or changing careers – jump ship, NOW – even if the water may seem too icy, and the winds be too strong…. At least, that’s how I console myself – in my unemployed present, and an uncertain future.
dear a i read your sensory clutter. The photo of National geographic is very soothing to the eyes. i could almost imagine myself walking through the flowers
so is you writing