It has been a stifling trying to believe in myself when it seems I have been in the game but not always an active player. I am not the art machine but the one that will hang on until my right and left arm become absolutely useless.
It has been hard to continue after being scammed . It has tampered with my passion, my vision, and the fun. I lost my cushion of reserve cash which would have allowed me to participate in Vouge and Architectural Digest magazines. So, I struggle now to not to feel like a target. But I am not stopping.