I sit on the edge, of the pond if you like, of artists, readying myself for the plunge, learning experimenting tasting.
Occasional dips to see if I'm ready.
Trying to find my space in there.
Seeking originality.
Waiting for the time to be free to explore and be my verb.
Wondering if I am cut from the right cloth.
Am I brave enough.

Its quite a thing.
I am getting closer,
I can feel the excitement building.
Excitement not fear.
and then doubt.
Is it too late,