I’ve always felt ‘different’. Though I got along well with others, I was skinny, small, shy, and then I received my first pair of glasses in sixth grade at a time when glasses were not fashionable at all.
In our language arts class, one area in which I actually excelled until I had to make a public presentation, we created maquettes of the theatres that were utilized during the time of Shakespeare, and we listened to the beauty of the words in the ballads of the Beatles and Bob Dylan. We were taught to stitch, bake and knit and had the pleasure of meeting cartoonists, weavers, poets, photographers, and musicians.
Hours disappeared as I was exposed to a great variety of art and craft, and to the kindness of the artists and artisans who created them. Then, in eleventh grade, we moved across the country which was a challenge at that age, but because I was in a larger school, I was able to study drafting, fashion design and ultimately fine art, beginning the formal study of line, composition and colour, and was introduced to a great variety of media including clay, printmaking, ink, and paint. I was finally in my element.
As I grew up I was often told that I would not be able to make a living as an artist and as a ‘growing-up’ I have learned otherwise. Originally I followed the direction of others at a huge financial and spiritual cost to me but I have realized that each one of us needs to create our own path by doing those things we love. I have learned that others respond to the passion of my heart and support me in this journey as long as I remain authentic and true to the core of my being.