My life as an artist began many, many years ago – when I was about 4 or 5 years old. I took my mother’s photographic studio oil paints behind the kitchen stove and started my first masterpiece. Needless to say, this did not go over well. Skipping forward, I vividly remember a teacher in grade school telling me that I couldn’t draw (with no indication that this could indeed be a learned skill). Another hop into my early 30s, during another attempt at painting, a gallery owner/manager explained to me that the work I was showing her could possibly be considered illustration, but definitely not fine art – much too flat.
Throughout this time and until a few years ago, I pretty much sublimated this fierce desire into fabric artistry: tailoring(from design through completed garments and decor), knitting, embroidery, crochet, etc. While I dabbled with paints and brushes, I never really understood the whats and hows of bringing the concept in my mind alive on canvas.
An odd concantation of a birthday present idea for my granddaughter of a private painting lesson turned into a gift for me of a family painting lesson. And brought my teacher and mentor into my life, along with the guidance, encouragement and support that have gotten me to this stage. After sixty some years, I am an artist – emerging, perhaps. But an artist nonetheless! And I have discovered that I am very much an intuitive artist and to follow where each painting takes me. While it may have been a long journey to this point, the trip has just begun!
And what a joy!