I played with beads as a child, my mom said she could buy me a little vial of beads and I would string beads for hours. I went to kindergarten at our family church and mom explained that every time arts and crafts ended each day, I would cry. As a teenager, I remember all my wonderful art classes I had along the way….slab clay, charcoal sketches, batik, floor loom; joy pure joy. My senior year I decided I wanted to take wood shop, but my father told me it was only for boys (it was a different time) so I signed up for Metalsmithing, Lapidary and Gem Cutting. Mr. Hicks, my hero – the only teacher I really remember. He introduced me to many wonderful things – jewelry design, power tools (yummy) and how to identify rocks and minerals. Then, off to college. I will never forget the first drawing class with our nude male model and our design teacher who gave us such elaborate assignments I spent all my money on art supplies instead of food.
Then my life was put on pause. I was raised with modest means and school was very expensive. I had to go to work to make ends meet and never found my way back to school. I retired a little over a year ago to help my mother care for my father and all of my creative juices have returned. I can hardly keep up with my desire to create. In a future blog I will share my horrible experiences with learning how to blog; about social networking; photographing my work, etc.
Bye for now ----- Dee