My long time interest in art, and art of any kind. My journey started in a horrible mental hospital that was shut down by the health dept 3 years after I left (as well as it should have been). I started drawing and writing poetry and I am kinda savant about it to cuz I really got a hang of it without any instruction when I started. Then when I got out, I took some art classes in high school and made a+ and my first watercolor I ever painted was in a gallery a few years later. I then went on to watercolor and some acrylic. Then I decided that I wanted to go to art school, so I did and it was alot harder than high school art classes and the critques were a b***h cause if I did a really good job, the students would pick it appart. But I would get an A from the teacher, however if I did a half @ss job, the teacher would give me what I deserved, but then the same students who picked my A+ work appart, would tell me how much they liked it....urrrg. It really took a blow to my art lust, after I left and went another school. I was in a 3D design class which I had to take over agan cuz I failled the first time, and I failed this one too, both because of underestimating how long a project would take. Well one of the assignments was a coiled basketry non functional art project. I fell in love with the technique and have been doing it ever since. Then my love for fiber art caught fire, and I have learned to spin fibers on a wheel, knit, traditional basketry, jewelry making, paper making, fiber sculpture, pottery, and some other stuff I cant remember right now.
But my longest enduring single art interest is poetry...been writing for 19 years...and I am working on getting published.
Why??? because art is my healer. There is so much that I have trouble with and so much of my life is focused on what I cant do, but art is the one thing I can so. The creative spirit that flows through me is very healing too.
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All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
-James Baldwin