I used to be afraid to raise my hand in class.
I’d learned that my ways of thinking and seeing were different from everyone else. When I shared an idea, I was often laughed at or told it was impossible. So I learned to stay quiet and be shy.
When I was in the third grade we had an art project where we were supposed to recreate a scene from a farm. I was paired with a fourth grader and she completely took over and shot down all of my ideas. But there was one idea I just wouldn’t let go.
We had access to everything in the art room, and, in a box of fabric scraps, I found strips of leather. I wanted to use that leather to recreate the spots on the cows.
This, I think, must have been my first mixed media art piece.