When I was a little girl, whenever anyone asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I told them that I wanted to make a difference. I also wanted to be a National Geographic photojournalist.
At almost 40, I am still obsessed with National Geographic photos, but not so much the naked pictures anymore. And I still want to make a difference.
For a lot of reasons, I gave up on my dreams. I did what others expected of me because I wanted them to love me and when I became disabled, I was so angry about what I could no longer do, that I was blind to the things that I could do.
I finally had my epiphany. And now I am getting off my “terrified to fail again” arse and doing something about it.
The plan is to get my AA in Commercial Photography from Gwinnett Technical College and then transferring to the Lamar Dodd School of Art at the University of Georgia, Athens and completing at least my Masters of Fine Arts in Photography, if not my Doctorate in Philosophy in Art
I am also contemplating the merits of becoming a certified Art Therapist.
I had a dream that I was teaching art and photography to abused children and women and disabled veterans, giving them outlets to express what they may not have the words for but desperately need to get out.
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