For me, finding my voice was more about believing that I had something to say that was worth sharing than about creating work in signature colors. It was more about giving myself permission to speak than having a distinctive style. I think that is what confused me so much about “finding my voice.” I didn’t have to find anything. My voice didn’t need to be created. I just needed to be willing to speak through my art and that is scary.
Getting comfortable with my voice is a journey that I am still definitely on, but I took the leap (and even created a piece of art that reflects that experience.)
Now that I have taken that leap, I am creating art that is personal and meaningful. I feel like I am creating art from my soul and the experience of making it is so much more powerful than what I was doing before. I feel like Dorothy stepping into Oz and it’s exhilarating.