art·ist
/ärdəst/
noun
artist; plural noun: artists
:a person who produces paintings or
drawings as a profession or hobby.
Everyone is
familiar with the age old question: What do you want to be when you grow up? My
answer has always been a moving target. Up until 10th grade I wanted
to be a doctor or a veterinarian. A career aptitude test squashed that dream.
According to that particular test I wasn’t doctor material, but would make an
excellent nurse. Interesting…..
By my senior
year in high school, I still didn’t really know. I applied and was accepted to
the only college I wanted to attend, Penn State (We Are!!!) without deciding
what I wanted to be. I was put into a category known as Division of
Undergraduate Studies, also known as DUS. No big deal right? Wrong. DUS gets to
pick classes last, so not only was I last in seniority, freshman pick last, I
was last of the freshman to pick classes. And this was a million years ago when
you had a book to look through, an advisor to see and faculty to talk to before
you were allowed to try for the classes you wanted, with no guarantees you’d
get them. I enrolled, along with 34,932 (yup, I looked it up, that’s the actual
# of students who enrolled that fall, just at main campus) other students in
the fall of 1985 at University Park, also known as main campus. Can I say I had
some of the oddest classes my first semester freshman year? Just two were:
Sociology: The Demystifying of Ancient Man and English: The Analysis of Science Fiction.
I also took the regular freshman classes where a typical class had over 300
students in it. Fun!
That lasted for
one semester. I declared my major, Elementary Education, K-6, with a minor in
Social Sciences (just so I could get credit for those 2 odd classes listed
above) my 2nd semester, pretty much just to get real classes. It
wasn’t necessarily my dream, but it served its purpose.
Fast forward 6
years and I wanted to be a Pharmacist. For real, I totally did. I almost did it
too. I was working at a drug store and they offered to send me to pharmacy
school, for free! As long as I signed a promise to work for them for 5 years
post-graduation; I didn’t do it, I ended up moving to Myrtle Beach, South
Carolina instead. I wonder what my life would be like if I had instead
moved to Philadelphia and gone to pharmacy school. I wouldn’t have met my Debi
or the kids or have my Little Man or my Pumpkin. Maybe we would have met
anyway, hard to say about destiny, but I don’t regret not going to
Philadelphia, nope not one bit, I wouldn’t have my family.
Fast forward a
dozen years and I now want to be a lawyer. I know, I know, I am a bit fickle. I
marinate on something for awhile (sometimes for years) and then change my mind.
This last adventure began 6 years ago, I am in the final stretch but crossing the
finish line....has been delayed, just until I figure out some logistics. It’s
not on hold forever, but just for the moment.
As I said, I’m a
bit fickle. But, the one thing I have always loved is art; pretty much any
medium, any artist. I love to read, I love music, I love photography, I love
the fine arts, paintings, sculpture, drawings and so on. Some of these I can
actually do. If you’ve been following my journey you have seen some of my
photos, but I can draw, I can paint and I can write. Most of my drawings have
been in pencil and landscapes, cityscapes, dragons, trains, anything OTHER than a
portrait and always in pencil. My paintings are along the lines of the
impressionists, Monet, Manet or even Van Gogh, but again no people. My
photography has recently turned to portraits, mostly because of my Pumpkin, but
in the past it had always been unusual angles or patterns and such, you know “Arty”.
I have always been someone who keeps a journal and the way I lull myself to
sleep is by telling myself stories, sometimes they’re pretty good and I write
them in my journal, never to see the light of day, but they’re written down.
If I could be
absolutely anything I wanted to be, with no worries about making money or logistics
of how to do it or any of the usual things that bog down a grown-ups’ dreams, I’d
answer: Artist
Recently, I have
wanted to figure out how to draw/paint people. Mostly because of my obsession
with the chicks of Lost Girl, but whatever motivates you right? I have done some
drawings in ink, colored pencil, pen and of course graphite. I heard from an actual artist, in order to master your art
you have to draw or paint or write everyday....so that’s what I’ve been doing:
Anna Silk india ink |
Classic Bo india ink |
Pumpkin pencil |
Anna & Zoie india ink painting |
Anna Silk pencil |
I have some colored pencil drawings in the works:
Zoie Palmer ala Warhol |
Until we meet again....thank you for reading and enjoy the day!