DD was now living in a country town with the man she loved. The only school she knew of that taught the old skills of painting was back in the city she had just left. She wasn't going back.
One day DD was sitting in a local coffee shop, bored, and happened to pick up a local newspaper that someone had left. It was a depressing paper, one she never read. In it was an article about a new art school opening up, one that would be teaching traditional painting skills!
The next three years DD spent learning how to paint and draw. At times it was very painful as she had to unlearn slick habits she had learned in graphic arts' school. But at the end of those three years, even though she still wasn't a very good artist, she had the skills to possibly get to be a good artist - with a lot lot lot of practice.
So she painted.
And painted some more.
And some more.
Every day, all day, she painted.
She fought discouragement. She fought procrastination. She fought fear. She fought self-doubt. She never defeated any of them.
But she learned how to persist.
And she learned how to have courage.
And she learned how to love her creations even when they disappointed her (which was often).
For eleven years she stayed in her studio and painted.
Her friends asked her when she would have a show.
"Not yet" she said, "I am not good enough yet."
There was another hitch. DD was scared to come out of her studio.
The tale of this journey ends here.