Thank you, Betty Lou
I have always loved art – ever since I was a little girl. I used to watch Betty Lou with the House in the Magic Window. It was in color then. And she had gray hair. This was the only picture I could find.
I would wake up at 6:00 in the morning, have my boxes of art supplies scattered all over the living room floor, ready to make whatever she was making. I loved it. I also drew deer from a bird’s eye view and had my dad help me attach some wire to the papers I taped together so they could stand. All of a sudden, my imagination took me to a lush and exotic forest and I was surrounded by all of these friendly animals.
Then, when I was in kindergarten I bought a book on drawing horses. Well…my parents bought the book for me. J My dad taught me how to draw, and how to look at the objects and try to really see the lines and the contours of what I was drawing rather than thinking about the object. Then my he became interested in pottery and I found that loved it too. By the time I got to high-school I had developed a keen interest in ceramics. I loved experimenting with glazes, different methods of firing, and testing my boundaries to see what the different clays would allow me to accomplish.
Art is a very interesting world and I think I love it because it brings people together. Part of the reason I had such a great experience with art was that I had an incredible art teacher when I was in high school who didn’t discriminate against anyone. She accepted people for who they were and encouraged their creativity to come out. That’s a special gift, especially at that age for many people. I know it was for me.
People who find it difficult to express themselves find a world where they can safely express their thoughts, emotions, and feelings. The beauty of what I have found in art is that art means something different to anyone. As an artist, there is nothing that means more to me than when I have made a piece that expresses a piece of me, or something I have experienced; and someone else finds either a similar meaning or maybe even finds that it resonates with them in an entirely different way. I don’t often tell people what my artwork means to me so that it is free to mean something special to each individual that comes along. Thank you, Betty Lou for introducing me into the wonderful world of Art.
I would wake up at 6:00 in the morning, have my boxes of art supplies scattered all over the living room floor, ready to make whatever she was making. I loved it. I also drew deer from a bird’s eye view and had my dad help me attach some wire to the papers I taped together so they could stand. All of a sudden, my imagination took me to a lush and exotic forest and I was surrounded by all of these friendly animals.
Then, when I was in kindergarten I bought a book on drawing horses. Well…my parents bought the book for me. J My dad taught me how to draw, and how to look at the objects and try to really see the lines and the contours of what I was drawing rather than thinking about the object. Then my he became interested in pottery and I found that loved it too. By the time I got to high-school I had developed a keen interest in ceramics. I loved experimenting with glazes, different methods of firing, and testing my boundaries to see what the different clays would allow me to accomplish.
Art is a very interesting world and I think I love it because it brings people together. Part of the reason I had such a great experience with art was that I had an incredible art teacher when I was in high school who didn’t discriminate against anyone. She accepted people for who they were and encouraged their creativity to come out. That’s a special gift, especially at that age for many people. I know it was for me.
People who find it difficult to express themselves find a world where they can safely express their thoughts, emotions, and feelings. The beauty of what I have found in art is that art means something different to anyone. As an artist, there is nothing that means more to me than when I have made a piece that expresses a piece of me, or something I have experienced; and someone else finds either a similar meaning or maybe even finds that it resonates with them in an entirely different way. I don’t often tell people what my artwork means to me so that it is free to mean something special to each individual that comes along. Thank you, Betty Lou for introducing me into the wonderful world of Art.
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