HOLLY'S FOLLY - The Psychotic Artist You Were Warned About!
If I were an author, I'd write a novel.
if I were a poet, a verse.
if I were a painter, I'd paint the entire universe
on the strings of just one of my dreams.
When I was 8 years old, I volunteered to do a drawing of Winnie-the-Pooh for my class at . I had no clue it wouldn't be easy. My dad worked with me (for what seemed like hours) showing me how to draw circles and cones and connect them . . . And voila . . . Winnie-the-Pooh. I never got it. I was a dismal failure at art!
Fast forward to sophomore year in college . . . I was taking a Dramatic Production course. Part of the final exam was to design and display (interpreted "draw and paint") authentic period costumes for the lead characters of an old classic play. PANIC -PANIC-PANIC!!' I still remembered failed circles and cones. I pulled several all nighters and actually did a decent job. I even made an A in the course.
College, marriage, parenting, making a living - all took my time and attention with no further thought of art. But, fast forward a few years . . . neat programs on PBS TV. I could do that - I'll just bet I could do that! At this juncture, I can truly say I had about one year experience at least 20 times with TV artists such as Bob Ross, and several others. Discouragement and life got in my way again. All art supplies and equipment were put safely away and out of sight and nearly forgotten.
Fast forward about another 20 years . . . I met another dear artist (different medium - he's an artist blacksmith) who happens to now be my beloved husband. He found some of my old "stuff"and encouraged me, pestered me, threatened me, etc. to pick up my brushes once more.
Suddenly I became alive again. I learned that learning is inspirational. I learned that mistakes are encouraging. I learned that every next work is my masterpiece because success is progressive.
Why do i paint? Because I want to! Why do I paint? Because I can! Why do I paint? Because I want to paint the entire universe on the strings of just one of my dreams . . . !
