I was a serious artist.
When I got to highschool, I discovered a new love, Science...especially Biology, but I still enjoyed Art.
This is a page from a scrapbook...my bedroom when I was in highschool.
Pay no attention to the big 80's hair. I will never admit to anything. I will not tell you I was a "Guns n Roses" freak. No, I will NOT tell you, so stop asking.
(By the way, that is Axle Rose in chalk.)
Who said that?!
My Sophomore year, I was in a "Drawing" class, and my teacher came up to me, and asked me what Art School I was planning on going to when I graduated from highschool. I looked at him, and said, "I don't plan on going to art school."
He tilted his head to the side, and looked at me, and replied, "What are you planning on doing?"
I responded, "I want to be a Biologist."
He looked at me, and walked away.
Now, I don't know if he did this on purpose, or if he even realized that he did this at all, but my beloved Art teacher did not speak to me for 2 weeks! Two whole weeks! I was heart-broken.
I loved art, and at the time, I had a little bit of a talent for it.
But then life happened.
I graduated from school, worked a while, joined the army, got married and became a mother..then a homeschooling mother. And somewhere along the way..art just never crossed my mind. I hadn't painted in 20+ years, and barely sketched a line in as much time.
Well, last month, at my "Ya-Ya Army Sisterhood" get together, I was inspired. The hostess of the social had art all over her home. Paintings on canvas, beautifully painted furniture, you name it.
The flame was lit again.
Earlier this week, I went to the craft store and came home with art supplies. I decided that it was high time that I go back to something I loved so dearly. I am TERRIBLY out of practice, and I feel like a kindergartener holding a paint brush, but I am determined to rekindle that joy in my life.
So this is my first attempt at painting in a VERY, VERY long time. I loved every second of it.
If the image looks familiar, it was inspired by a photo I took in the fall.
Already I am thinking of my next painting. I can't wait to start it, and I am kicking myself for having let something I love get pushed to the side for so long.
Do you have "loves" that you have neglected?
How might you bring them back to life?
Artfully, happily yours....