WHY I BECAME AN ARTIST - PART 2
Why, oh WHY, didn't anyone tell me that computers were coming??!! There I was at Long Beach State University as a Graphic Design major, taking a huge variety of art and design classes and creating intricate drawings, lines, templates, resin forms, and calligraphy BY HAND, totally oblivious to the coming storm.
I was about to learn that when life changes, I can always choose to change with it,
or I can dig in and stubbornly ignore the inevitable. But it's always my choice.
I was also sick of Southern California, traffic, loneliness, junk food, a sluggish and over-weight body, all the while knowing that my parents were moving to COLORADO without me! The nerve. So, after 5 ½ years of college, an AA degree, and a 2-year Sign Arts program that didn't even count towards a degree, I'd had enough. Still one year shy of my BA, which would have meant cramming 4 years into
6 ½, I followed the siren song of John Denver and moved to the Rocky Mountains. I was home at last.
Without giving you the boring details of how a 23 year-old thinks, just know that I decided not to enter art school in Denver to finish my degree (???!!! - those are from my parents), but to help my family build my parent's retirement home – an experience that changed my life – and to find solace in the high country and begin to create myself anew.
Of course, love intervened. Not that I didn't still find solace and “create” myself in God's creation, but I found that the very handsome and slightly dangerous Dave Lewis was a worthy distraction from the need for solace and self. But that's another story,
So, where did being an artist fit into this scene? As a creative person who is passionately in love with the concept and expression of beauty, I found a vast, teeming source of loveliness, power, wildness, and all things Awesome in Colorado. My camera caught as much as I could take in during that first year, but I was still a graphic designer, not a painter, so there was no visual expression
beyond my photographs. I was Alice in Wonderland, eye's round, bright, and eager. Nature was my oyster and I
was looking for and finding pearls everywhere. But what would I do with them? Like any non-producing artist, I stored
them away like treasures in my heart and photo files for future inspiration. It would be six years before I figured out a way to express all this hoarded beauty for others to share.
Watch for Part 3 in two weeks where we'll wrap up the Why and move on to the How.
Painted from a photo taken on the top of Mt. Elbert by the amazing Dave Lewis the summer that we met.