Is it too late for me?

I've had so many interests in my life. I've always done "something" crafty. My kids call these artistic expressions "Mom's phases." Like my "pillow phase" when I made everyone I knew a hand sewn pillow for Christmas, or my "knitting phase" when I produced hats and scarves and shawls and my "mosaic phase" or my "gold leaf phase" where I converted everything I could lay my hands on into gold leaf productions. My husband was a little worried that I might want to gold leaf the car! Well, I never considered the car, but the dining room table? That was a distinct possibility I learned how to gold leaf from a man who used to gold leaf churches in Bogota, Colombia where I lived for less than a year a long time ago. He was a wonderful teacher...when he was not dead drunk and couldn't be reached.

Late in life I started drawing and painting. I started with Mandalas. Calm, soothing spheres of whatever came out of my consciousness. Mandalas are enormously therapeutic. I never went to art school and I certainly was not encouraged when I was young. I guess there is a time in life for everything. Its never too late.