I’m Kelly Rae Roberts
and I’m a Possibilitarian.
I believe that art heals (both the maker and the receiver of that art).
I believe that we get to make our own rules, that we get to choose, that we get to craft the exact life we want. And when we do, we become fully alive.
I also believe that we are meant for the complicated journeys of brokenness and wholeness, vulnerability and courage, wisdom and silliness. All of it.
I’m also an accidental artist.
I spent my early career as a clinical medical social worker — counseling broken hearts, and helping others through the fights of their lives. It was powerful, important work, but my heart began to grow restless.
And then… I started playing with paint, at age 30, and everything changed. Painting brought me what I was craving: a new way to experience, translate, share and be in the world.
And what a magical journey it’s been…
I painted, crafted, shredded, stenciled, smudged and smeared like my heart depended on it. My portfolio bloomed. I launched my shop. I got a book deal. I wrote the book. My art found new eyes. Big deals came a’calling. Contracts were signed. My art became licensed — landing in home decor stores and gift shops all over the world (dream. come. true.). I launched an ecourse, then ebooks, and then more ecourses. I’m also in love with my podcast and Instagram.
Through it all, I used my blog to share what I’d learned by crafting a creative life — how full my heart had become. People listened. The kindness kept growing.
Artists and social workers have more in common than you might think.
An important part of my journey was realizing that I hadn’t abandoned my former social worker self or the people I’d helped. I was still listening, sharing, healing, navigating messy emotions, making an impact — except I was now using a paintbrush in a studio, instead of a clipboard in a hospital. Same message. New medium.
My story proves it:
Most days, I feel a little bit dazzled. A little bit dazed. I’m blessed to share my life with a boy named True (he’s 5 and pure magic), and a husband named John, who cheers on my once ‘impractical’ but now oh-so-real dream to forever be a working artist and writer.
Life is messy, precious, and so very good. Dreams do come true. Love is everywhere. My gratitude is endless. And my heart is finally, beautifully, fully open.
Thank you for visiting — and for spending a moment in my Possibilitarian world. May it inspire you to discover and design a life that fills your heart up to the brim.
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