I’m fast approaching age fifty, and while I’ve managed to have two successful careers that twist around each other like strands of DNA, yet I still didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. That all changed recently, however, and with this post I’m stepping out of a sleepy fifteen year dream, opening my eyes wide and taking that first daunting step towards my future grown-up self. My love affair with art and aesthetics goes back as long as I can remember. Watercolor painting was my first love, in the tragic Shakespearean style of Romeo and Juliet. Doomed to fail because of societal indoctrination that warned against…