Jason gave me a break. How many times do we get a break, as adults? Not often. When we step, falteringly into a new place, become someone we weren't before, we come to it with little self confidence. At the age of 50 after bringing up five children and supporting my man in all his bonkers ventures, helping to bring each one to a good level of success, I had, to a degree, lost myself. When I forged a new path, going to art school as a very mature 'student' I came away with the intense desire to re-shape myself. I remember the day I arrived at the gallery, unsure, scared stiff plus paintings. Were they rubbish? Were they good? I pushed through the doors and said hallo I'm Judy. I'm an artist. Nothing about that felt comfortable. Jason said hallo. let me look. And he did. My whole self was on the line at that moment. He liked a few of them and took them. The leaving euphoria was like nothing I had ever known because he said yes to ME. We continued a lovely friendly welcoming and dynamic relationship for some years, until I decided to write the book of my life which now has taken off into realms I never anticipated. But.......the first guy to give me a break, to let me fly, was Jason and I will ever thank him in my heart. One day, as I am now painting again, I hope he might give me another. My book, Island Wife is worth a read (so they tell me) I wish the gallery all the success it can possibly get, because it is run by people whose hearts, minds, and eyes are truly open.
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