Maybe you had similar experiences as me. Please share your artistic experience.
When I was a kid I drew all over everything. I was constantly making pictures. If I was bored and asked my mother what to do she would say draw the dog or the house across the street. I remember her showing me how to draw a figure. I thought she was quite good. Her figure had natural forms even knees.
When I first dipped my hands into acrylic paint, the tactile feeling and the way the paint naturally described things was amazing to me. I can remember this so vividly like it burned into my mind and Spirit. I saw abstract multiple colors swirling together like goo that seemed to describe something drawn masterfully. Somehow I was apart of it.
As a young artist my frustration was not being able to accomplish all I could imagine in my mind. Many years it would take to bring technical understanding and any kind of accomplishment to my study. I could only catch a glimmer of what my mind saw on paper or board.
When I was in the fourth grade my teacher sent back a graded paper with flowers drawn around the grade. That made me aware I was drawing all over my quiz papers. Fifth grade I told the art teacher I wanted to learn something, so she gave up on her craft project and taught us perspective drawing the next week. In the six grade I was more interested in my report paper having good drawings in it verses the text descriptions my teacher was expecting.
When I talk on the phone I constantly doodle, usually with a pen on a paper creating abstract patterns with directional marks.
I need to paint as often as I can. It does relax me, frustrate me, give me a sense of accomplishment, keeps me challenged to want to learn more about painting. Hopefully a reminder, I was here.
I always new I would be an artist, there was no choice for me.
