me and paint. we go way back. from accent walls to faux painted furniture to folksy ducks painted on switchplate covers. early in my adult life i made the decision to change my college major from fine art to psychology. a decision based on a lot of self-imposed limitations. i then proceeded to engage in any business venture, hobby, or volunteer activity i could get myself roped into that would allow me to create...without calling myself an artist, mind you. those adventures have served me well. these days i embrace the title "artist", even though there will probably always be a part of me that feels like a fraud. my antidote is to be as transparent and authentic as possible and to place the credit for any success where it rightfully belongs. it's a tricky one, but the goal is to be an instrument that allows genuine, divine expression to flow from the creator through me. the hard part is getting out of the way.