I have always wanted to be an artist.
As a kid, art class was a subject I was always good at. I liked to draw.
I also liked to make things. I spent countless hours in my bedroom working on “projects.” I saved all sorts of bits to make craft toys. I designed and built my own desk in Junior High. (Even with Father's help it was crude, but it did function till college!)
Around the same time I started painting illustrations for my own poetry alphabet book. I remember letter T had a limerick about a turtle who wanted to fly and letter P had “A little sickle pickle [who] went to get tickled by a pickle.”
Drawing was a family affair. My live-in grandmother enjoyed painting and she took me to her life drawing sessions when I was a teen. She also pointed the way to art classes at our local community college when I was still in High School.
My parents couldn't stomach art major for college, so I pursued architecture. At Cal Poly (SLO) and more community colleges, I found my way to dabble in a wide variety of art mediums. I've yet to find one I didn't enjoy – be it sculpture, glass fusing, stained glass work, photography, or fine furniture making.
And now? I'm back where I started when I was 12, thinking about words and how to draw them. And you know what? I couldn't be happier.
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Region: California: San Diego
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