Hello dear soul,

It starts with a whisper. A quiet, persistent nudge that says, this is important.

For some, it’s the urge to draw in the margins of a textbook. For others, it’s the way colours seem to vibrate with a meaning that words can’t touch. It’s a calling. But what happens when the world tells you to ignore it?

Let me tell you a story about a young artist.

From the moment he could hold a crayon, he knew. Art was his language. But as he grew, other voices became louder. His parents, worried for his future, would say,

"That's a nice hobby, but you need a real job." Teachers, looking at his grades, would advise, "Focus on your exams, plan for university."

The message was clear: art was a diversion, not a destination.

So, he went quiet.

He explored art privately. Jimmy filling journals with sketches and thoughts - but shared with no one.

He got good feedback from friends, small sparks of encouragement that kept the pilot light from going out completely. Jim went through high school, and then into a university degree he was told was sensible. But in his final year, on a whim, he took an elective—a single art class.

The moment he walked into the studio, his brain didn't just spark; it exploded with joy.

The smell of the paint, the texture of the canvas—it was like coming home to a place he’d never been. In that moment, he realised his mistake in waiting so long.

But life, as it does, had other plans. Bills were piling up, student debt loomed large. So he took jobs to get by, practical jobs that paid the rent but starved his soul.

Years passed. He built a life, had a family, paid down his debts. The whisper became faint, almost forgotten.

Then one Saturday afternoon, clearing out the garden shed, he moved an old, dusty box. Inside, under a stack of forgotten things, were his sketchbooks…

We’ll come back to him in a moment.

Artwork from the Studio

Another young fellah named Dwayne came from a small rural town in Australia. He made art since youth - and sold it too. He like most of us was also pushed to get the ‘real job.’ Life is like that for many of us. You can read his story here. But for now - take a look at this art that he made. It is fantastic.

Aussie Dreaming

Signature Collection | Year: 2002 | Medium: Acrylic on Canvas | Size: 75.2 x 36.5 x 1.6 cm - approx. 29.6 x 14.4 x 0.6 in, Artist: Dr Dwayne Wannamarra Wyndier Andrew Kennedy

Description: Brilliant use of tribal dots, lines, corroboree circles - Australia in background with four elemental Spirits Kangaroo, Emu, Goanna, and Barramundi. Luxury and elegance in a bespoke piece never to be repeated in this form. Perfect choice for your future and collection.

Available for sale for your exclusive acquisition from our website or contact us directly to help you claim this tremendous artefact and investment.

Now, back to Jimmy in the shed...

He lifts the cover of the first sketchbook. The paper is yellowed, but the pencil marks are as clear as the day he made them. He sees the raw talent, yes, but more than that, Jim sees the passion, the hope, and the boy who hadn't yet learned to silence his own soul.

The shock fills him with teary eyes. He glances as if through a window into a part of his soul long forgotten. Gazing through the sketches like mirrors… Hours pass. Before he even realises, Jim spends the rest of the afternoon lost in the pages of his memory, re-reading his own story. Coming to terms with his life in ways he had completely overlooked.

The whisper inside his soul is back.

And this time, it’s not so quiet. The rush of his energy is kinetic. Jim feels urgency and something different now - raw determination. He listens to the voices of parents and teachers but from his life now - those voices are much more distant. Much less powerful. Something deeper calls out to him. Something rising like waves and storms. It says, ‘I am an Artist.’

But what does Jimmy do next?

What does a person do when their own forgotten dream comes back to life but at a time when the dream has no place? When they have lost so many years already? What is even possible for Jim when he looks at that old dusty chest? Thinking to himself, what have I done? How could I have forgotten? So much time is lost...

Jim really was overwhelmed by the afternoon of re-discovery.

After a couple of cuppas and many thoughts that afternoon, Jim closes the last sketchbook very slowly, very carefully. He holds it on his lap. Looking down at his knees. His hands over the sketchbook like a bible. Saying a prayer or hoping that God might speak.

He sits in the quiet of the shed. The scent of dust and nature in the air. He glances out at the bush and the sun creeping toward the horizon.

For the first time in years, Jim feels a sense of clarity that is both exhilarating and terrifying. The practical voice in his head is already listing the obstacles: the mortgage, the kids' school fees, the lack of time, the years of rust on his skills.

But the whisper has become a roar. He feels the power of the sacred sketchbook under his hands. He realises that this cannot be turned aside.

If he was more aware he might say to himself - this voice of my authenticity. But that is just too heady. Too intellectual. Instead, Jim feels in his gut what he needs to do. And he knows he can’t ignore it again.

He walks back into the house, not with a grand plan to upend his life, but with a single, achievable step in mind.

Jim decides to take this steady but sure.

He doesn’t announce a career change or buy a thousand dollars' worth of art supplies. He simply opens the calendar on his phone and schedules one hour, next Saturday morning, blocked out and titled: "Studio Time."

It’s a tiny action, but it’s a profound commitment. It’s the first step in answering the call he has ignored for far too long.

And what a profound move.

In our recommending action plans to artists and collectors alike, one hour on any given day that is dedicated to art makes the world of difference. Why?

Because our intention paves the way for a future of increasing possibilities. Plus, by actually making that commitment and showing up - the process starts to nurture growth.

It starts with one small decision. One small action.