{I] am an artist. Repeat.
In my heart and soul I am an artist and not the person I was for the last few years.
My whole world evolved around my former life as an art teacher. {Life} and {Work} being
what it is.... made my creativity suffer greatly.
At the start of my "GREAT DEPRESSION" I could not even think of making art {that which is
so enjoyable to me}. I made art that was terrible so I stopped making it altogether. I disconnected
with friends and family, took too much pain medicine, and I slept 12-14 hours daily.
Growing Up Artistic:
My PARENTs didn't really support it. EX: {1.Art is a hobby. 2.Get a "real job" syndrome.}
But they bought me the crayons and paper I wanted. I practiced my craft. I solved problems
without adult help and I was proud of my creations. The trolls I played with (the 1960's) were fashionably decked out with handmade clothes. Hours of drawing while watching my favorite cartoons made me happy.
I Digress. Transition to late 2012. My Great Depression
lasted nearly six months. It started in November 2012 and continued into the spring of 2013.
Now, it is July 2013... and I am making Art Again! I was creating art for 12
hours yesterday. I have show in August and it is motivating ME! aH....
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