My Artist Story - Face the Fear

Sometimes a menial task like taking a shower can boost your creativity. I wanted to craft my story a bit better on my blog. And unintentionally, the words just formed and in the right order. I knew that this is what I wanted to tell. Sharing on here for those interested. =)  

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed about art. Ever since my mom enrolled me in a drawing workshop as a 5 year old at The Newark Museum, I can still remember how proud I was to show her my still life sketch of an egg, beaming ear to ear as the instructor praised my rendering of the object. I especially loved to illustrate people and houses, so much so that when I discovered what an architect does, I thought for sure I’d make a career designing houses.

Somehow, between growing up and making choices, I had made the common mistake of listening to the many adults in my life who convinced me to pursue a law degree, due to my academic honors and promising career as a nationally competitive debater. I took their advice, putting my first love on hold, and my artist child shrunk in the distance. By senior year in college, I had an honors thesis complete, a hefty LSAT score under my belt, and an increasingly haunting fear that I would never realize my dream of becoming a full-time artist.

Now four years later, after climbing the hurdles of self-doubt and artist block, I quit my corporate job in Manhattan and I strive to nurture the artist child within. I wouldn’t dare let another day go by without thinking about my art. Like before, I paint houses, beautiful scenes, and, yes, even eggs! Daily painting for me is an affirmation of my soul and my serenity.

Peace and painting,

Amira Rahim

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” - Picasso