I remember gazing over my uncle Melvie's shoulder as he doodled the most wonderful characters on the dinner napkin at the local L & K diner. I had to be five or six. I knew at that moment that Art was to be my passion. I spent my childhood summers painting what my eyes interpreted. Laying on the front stoop, surrounded in millions of colored wax, just trying to get that next door neighbor's roof just right. Sitting in church, with the members around me coming out of the sermon with a sense of peace, mine was different, I had a masterpiece in hand. I was amazed how I could see my own little picture in every corner of life. When I was in Junior High school, I remember going to see my Art teacher and asking her how to start thinking of scholarship for Art school. She looked at me and with wide eyes, " Well, I've never had a student so young be so interested in Art school!" -But then again, I wasn't just any Art student.
In High School, freshman thru senior Art years were fantastic. I was taught by another inspirational teacher. She had graduated from the same college I would later attend. I was educated on what I would come to recognize later, The Columbus College of Art and Design's Freshman class Curriculum. I was thunderstruck when sitting in my classes at CCAD, and I knew it. I actually knew what my instructors were teaching me, I was taught perspective years before. I understood what complementary colors are and how to make them dance. While other students were struggling with these tough assignments, I could explain Munsell's color theory. I demonstrated three point perspective in downtown Columbus. I contemplated what value of grey the cement block walls were in my figure drawing class. This is how I see things, I compare them with the guidance I had been given years earlier.
As I look back at my college career, I do wish I would have taken more advantage of the opportunities that were around me. Try just a little harder. Dig a bit more deeper. Ask many more questions - but then again, I was still a kid - young adult maybe, but still developing. Things were different, I was different.
I graduated CCAD in the summer session in '99. Six years later and a lot more mature, I have found myself just starting one of the first real chapters of my novel. The first twenty-eight years, well, they were sort of introductions to the book. You know- Be good to others, It will come back to you, Don't push your Folks too far away, you'll need them to bail you out some day (seriously Mom and Dad, that was a joke, and yeah, I still owe you). The small things, right? I have indeed grown to be a self sufficient creative woman, and thru my studio, I certainly hope to elaborate and expand the next few chapters into something wonderful.
Without the interest and support of everyone that is dear, today for me here would not be possible. Thanks for the shove....