There is nothing astounding or grandiose about my education in the arts. I had no art training in H.S. or college. Instead I took classes in business, typing etc. I dreaded going to bed at night, and waking up in the morning for my 8:00 to 5:00 job. There was never a moment I was happy doing what I was trained to do. It paid my bills, but I was simply miserable.
Fast forward about 20 yrs. I was reading sonnets by Shakespeare as I love all the master poets and writers. When I finished reading my final sonnet for the evening, I turned to the next page. I suppose it could be called turning over my new leaf......a black and white portrait of Shakespeare. There was, as most of you are probably aware, nothing extraordinary or handsome about him. Nevertheless I felt compelled to sketch the portrait. Other than just coloring or other little art projects in grade school, that was the first time I really felt happy and accomplished about something I created, and even when I look back on it, I'm amazed at how detailed and accurate my work was~~it was the first time ever I felt happy about something I created. Everything you see here is what I've done since coloring books and Shakespeare. Yes, it's later in life and I could have done so much more had I discovered my niche at 18, but since I'm in the here and now, I feel elated that I finally found something I could spend most of my free time and relish every moment of it.
I'm now beginning to take commissions in charcoal or graphite for individuals or families. Hopefully the 2nd chapter of my story will come about now.
'No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.'