Julie Prichard

As a teenager attending high school in San Diego, America’s Finest City, I became smitten by the art of photography. When the efforts of an inspiring high school teacher enabled me to win a few local awards I was catapulted from merely smitten into a full blown love affair with the creative arts.

It was only natural as I staggered toward adulthood, searching for a place to perch, that I chose to become a Gemologist, a profession that involves a large artistic diversity.

My best creation by far was born in 2006 and she ushered in a new era for me as a stay at home mom turned mixed-media artist. But it was the year 2007 that watched with approval as I returned home to San Diego after spending ten years under the oppressive glare of the Orange Curtain emanating from the OC.

Alas my cramped apartment in San Diego has forced me to work out of a shoe box until we find the perfect home. Favorite art supplies have been banished to storage leaving me with few essentials to bring my art journal to life. I long for the days of drawn out assemblage projects and spray paint fumes.

I believe anyone can do anything they want if they are willing to work at it. Fortunately, or is it unfortunately, I possess all of the mental anguish of an artist. I dream big and spend the rest of the day worrying what will happen to my comfort zone when visions are realized.

I am a nervous wreck bordering on acute anxiety sprinkled with doubt. I am a fish out of water in social situations yet in a subtle nod to the art of acting I can fool an audience into thinking I am a calm, cool and collected extrovert. Once again it is art to the rescue.

When it comes to friends I go for quality over quantity. In the same light organizations of any kind hold little allure for me as I revel in spontaneity.

Ahhh, the anguish of art!