This is a series of short posts that will piece together how I ended up in the visual arts. I don’t recall an Ah-Ha situation where I knew from a particular moment that I wanted to be an artist. It just sort of crept up on me. It has now been over 35 years since I pursued art as, at first, a serious avocation then a profession. Along the way I have been very fortunate having experienced many facets of the visual art world. During that time I have also made attempts to leave that world only to be pulled back in somehow. You can read the first post in this series here.
When we moved from the city I went to a middle school that had an actual art room. Only two projects stand out in my mind from that art class – a drawing and a clay project. Though I am not entirely sure, I am thinking that the drawing project had something to do with copying an ad from a magazine. What makes me think this is because of what I choose as well as another student’s drawing that made an impression on me, which is where I will start. I remembered a beautifully drawn picture, in pencil, of two faces that I believe were a mother and child. There was an elegance and maturity about the manner in which it was drawn but at the time, I only could conjure up the idea that the drawing was really lovely and very realistic. So I wanted my drawing to also be very realistic. I choose an image of a long elegant hand, it was probably an ad for hand cream or maybe nail polish, who knows! Anyway, I drew the long elegant hand, in pencil, complete with a shadow showing the finger tips resting on a surface. When I got the drawing back it was graded a ’10’ which was like an A+. (I am finding it heard to believe that I actually remembered that grading system). Anyway, I was very happy and when I was allowed to take the drawing home I taped it to my mirror. At some later point, I decided the drawing needed color so I polished the nails. I am now wondering if I used real nail polish to do that??
The other project was really only memorable for other reasons. We had to make a clay pinch pot and I remember I made this tiny pot with a crooked lid that I painted this sort of muddy rose color and put a blue stripe on it. It was pretty terrible. Now the reason I remember the project because there was a boy that I had a giant crush on that was in the class either before or after mine and I decided I would find his clay project and write a message on the bottom, which I did. It said “Hi Danny From Diane”. Not exactly poetry but there wasn’t much space!