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Thank God it's FRiDaY!!!
I'm totally wiped and I'm looking forward to getting some rest this weekend. I'm not sure why but I've not been able to function all week. I'm still kind of adjusting from the Boston trip, I guess.
I've been reading, "Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain". It's an interesting read and a learning experience. I'm finding out that this is the same technique that my art teacher used in high school. You know what's funny? Remeniscing with Jaytee last night about art brought me back to a place of real pride. It's one of the things I was into that I regret the most. I'll never forget wandering through high school, completely unsure of what I wanted out of life (MUCH LIKE NOW) and being forced by my guidance counselor to take the Introduction to Art class. I can clearly see myself, in her office, telling the counselor,
"Who needs art?"
And her saying,
"Look, you want to graduate this year? Take the class then."
The funny thing is, artists have inspired much in my life...
When I was in junior high, I went back to Ohio for the summer (as I did every summer) and met the wonderful Josephine Minor. She was this wonderfully interesting woman...she made pillows for a living, but she really found her passion in oils. When she met me, she took me aside and said, "You're an artist, you just don't know it yet." She moved me and it started a trend that summer, which my Granny nurtured. I painted on EVERYTHING. Plexiglass...canvas...I used watercolors and anything I could get my hands on. I was going to the local library and voraciously consuming all the art books I could get my hands on. Then when the summer ended...it was like, without my little 'art support'-group, I didn't believe in myself anymore. And so, while Granny continued to send me canvases and art supplies....I told myself the dream was over.
Then flash forward to my senior year where I was TOLD I had to take an art class. I was nervous, and scared. But, Mrs. Diane Acosta taught me how to see. I looked at the world completely diferently after her class. I'll never forget telling my dad I wanted to go to FIDM (Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising). He was so upset. I wanted to take Spacial Art and Design, but after watching the promotional video, Dad said he wanted me to go to a community college and learn something useful like business. I was so heart-broken. I was angry...and he was flippant, and worried. I think being an 'artist' confirmed me being gay to my father, way before I came out to him. And so, he squashed my hopes. And I think he did more damage in that one year, than living with my ex ever did to me. But, I digress. I'm thinking of drawing my own comics. Telling my own stories, just for me. :) That way, I don't have to daydream about what I want to see in the comics, I can just draw it myself. I've uploaded some of my high school art (that's way rough) and I'll post it later today. I think I just need something to focus on.
P.S.---> Between the horrible things in London, and Jaytee having some really bad news...yesterday's Noumenia was not a good day.
I'm totally wiped and I'm looking forward to getting some rest this weekend. I'm not sure why but I've not been able to function all week. I'm still kind of adjusting from the Boston trip, I guess.
I've been reading, "Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain". It's an interesting read and a learning experience. I'm finding out that this is the same technique that my art teacher used in high school. You know what's funny? Remeniscing with Jaytee last night about art brought me back to a place of real pride. It's one of the things I was into that I regret the most. I'll never forget wandering through high school, completely unsure of what I wanted out of life (MUCH LIKE NOW) and being forced by my guidance counselor to take the Introduction to Art class. I can clearly see myself, in her office, telling the counselor,
"Who needs art?"
And her saying,
"Look, you want to graduate this year? Take the class then."
The funny thing is, artists have inspired much in my life...
When I was in junior high, I went back to Ohio for the summer (as I did every summer) and met the wonderful Josephine Minor. She was this wonderfully interesting woman...she made pillows for a living, but she really found her passion in oils. When she met me, she took me aside and said, "You're an artist, you just don't know it yet." She moved me and it started a trend that summer, which my Granny nurtured. I painted on EVERYTHING. Plexiglass...canvas...I used watercolors and anything I could get my hands on. I was going to the local library and voraciously consuming all the art books I could get my hands on. Then when the summer ended...it was like, without my little 'art support'-group, I didn't believe in myself anymore. And so, while Granny continued to send me canvases and art supplies....I told myself the dream was over.
Then flash forward to my senior year where I was TOLD I had to take an art class. I was nervous, and scared. But, Mrs. Diane Acosta taught me how to see. I looked at the world completely diferently after her class. I'll never forget telling my dad I wanted to go to FIDM (Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising). He was so upset. I wanted to take Spacial Art and Design, but after watching the promotional video, Dad said he wanted me to go to a community college and learn something useful like business. I was so heart-broken. I was angry...and he was flippant, and worried. I think being an 'artist' confirmed me being gay to my father, way before I came out to him. And so, he squashed my hopes. And I think he did more damage in that one year, than living with my ex ever did to me. But, I digress. I'm thinking of drawing my own comics. Telling my own stories, just for me. :) That way, I don't have to daydream about what I want to see in the comics, I can just draw it myself. I've uploaded some of my high school art (that's way rough) and I'll post it later today. I think I just need something to focus on.
P.S.---> Between the horrible things in London, and Jaytee having some really bad news...yesterday's Noumenia was not a good day.