I almost didn't marry Paul all those years ago when he asked for my hand.
I'd like to think I have a little art in my bones. I've been drawing for years; I've dabbled in ceramic sculpture, cakes, digital art, photo manipulation, music, web design, sewing, etc. I never found myself particularly talented at any given medium. Rather, I was mediocre or fair at most of them. But I hunger for the creative process. My fingertips tingle and itch when they anticipate meticulous use. My eyes catch glimpses of hidden details and flaws that my itching hands can influence, maneuver, and direct.
My mother's computer, conveniently equipped with Photoshop, made a few of these euphoric adventures possible. Marrying Paul and moving out would mean no more Photoshop. Could all of his love and affection fill the hole in my heart left by that blessed program? Unsure but optimistic, I took a chance and accepted his proposal. While marriage came with a tight budget, it also came with new art forms. Many of my fears were laid to rest. But on dark and stormy nights, my heart still longed for Photoshop. . .
GIMP. While it crashes easily and is a little glitchy, I'm just so ecstatic to have something! My life is now complete.