my art

Hey there,

I'm putting up my art...beginner's work as it is...to make this my art blog.

I'm a beginner artist. A long time ago, I dreamed of being a journalist. In junior high and high-school, I was on the newspaper and took classes thinking I'd be the next great journalist. And let me tell you it's because of Murphy Brown....no kidding. But something didn't click. I found out it wasn't creatively free as I wanted. And so, for the middle part of high school I began to drift. Here and there...not really sure I wanted to be anything. There was about a year when I wanted to be a private eye...thanks in part to V.I. Warshawski. So yes...strong women inspired me. But, I was living other people's dreams and not my own.
So in the distance approaches my senior year...and my counselor says..."You need to take an art class...or you won't graduate".
"BUT I'M NOT AN ARTIST!!!" I cry.

Of course I had to take the class...but what I forgot about really was that a long LONG time before someone very special had said to me...

"You're an artist...you just don't know it yet".

Well...my Into to Art course was like magic.....Suddenly I was up drawing every night...creating things...making pictures that were looking more and more like what I wanted them to.
And I did very well in class...(with two exceptions of overzealousness...a house design that was insane and a 3-d painted wheel that didn't turn out that great.)
And so I tell my father I want to go into design school...we go to FIDM and they give me a dvd to take home. On it...it has their spring student fashion show. My father at this point FLIPS out!!!
"No son of mine is designing dresses!"
::insert eyeroll here::
Dear missguided Papa....having a gay son is something you have to deal with whether he designs dresses or not. (He's finally come around Thank God!)
He told me to go to a regular college and get a business degree...I have a hard time with business.
Basically...though I'm from my parents...I am not them...but alas, when we turn into parents we forget this fact, don't we?
Well...I was downtrodden...and lost for a very long time.
But art continually calls me back...along with my wonderful Granny...who keeps sending me those art sets...the ones with all the crayons, pencils, and watercolors.
Then...about two months ago, Granny asked if I was keeping up with my art.
Alas, I wasn't until then. So I made a choice. If I don't make something my heart and soul,
I'm going to end up losing myself completely. I was just going to be another accountant lost in the strange business machine...not an individual nor a person...just a cog in a machine.
Well...screw that.
So I've been training myself these past two months...and this is the start of something precious.