How did I go from career gal to struggling artist? In four words, I bought a boat. In 1997, my partner and I were living in Oregon when we had a pivotal discussion about everyman’s dream: quitting our jobs, buying a boat and heading for the Caribbean. A self-taught artist in my spare time, I dreamt of painting for real on some tropical isle like Gauguin. I knew absolutely nothing about boating, but the idea sounded so appealing (and romantic) that four months later Ken, collie Czar, and I were proudly sitting on our 1971 33-ft Marine Trader which we’d re-named Ruff Life.
Being completely inexperienced and totally shell-shocked, by the time we arrived in Puerto Rico, I refused to go further. My painting hobby became my therapy, and I eventually became a licensed artesan for my work with higueras, or gourds.
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