I am writing this article to declare myself an artist. It has taken me 50 years to actually use the title. I was born in 1960, and by age ten I knew I wanted to be an artist and writer, but never believed I could. At the time of this article I am about to celebrate my 60th birthday. My gift to me is a respect and recognition for my passion and growth as an artist.

Introducing myself to you, dear reader, as Cheryl Hunter Artist feels incredible! Peeling off past doubt and insecurity is refreshing. I only wish I had been able to do so sooner in my life, but regret is not productive so I must love my journey to here and relish in the moment. Right now is the only thing that matters. But once in a while we can look back on the road we’ve traveled and smile at our challenges and accomplishments.

Here is a video of me in my little desert studio: