ARTIST DREAMER INSPIRER EDUCATOR
It was not until my father passed away that I realized art has always been the heart of my life. Growing up in Indiana, we took long "scenic drives" (gas was $.50 a gallon). My father would "torture" us with trivia questions like "who painted with dots" or "I wonder who painted ballerinas" or "can you name the Renaissance Painters". The questions were endless as were the miles of cornfields we drove by. Little did I know the seed was planted.
As a child, I took art classes, won awards & contests. My mom just wanted my picture in the paper. "This is sooo Hollywood," she would say. The best award was a "Granimal Outfit" from Sears Roebuck. Those were the days.
We relocated to D.C. during middle school. Dad was a graphic artist in advertising & we moved a lot. Weekends were spent going to art museums, historical monuments & driving around & around & around the White House hoping to see President Carter. My brother & sister would say "museums, not again!" We just wanted to play Frogger on Atari. But my parents were in love with the idea of history and education.
From there, we moved to Connecticut-new art museums & more historical sites! Art continued in my life. I lived in the art department at Hand High School in Madison. My teachers embraced my passion & encouraged me to think outside of the box. The seed is growing.
I graduated from Hand high school with an art scholarship to Endicott College. My mom went there & I was lucky enough to Professor Broudo as my professor- my art angel. He took me under his wings & guided me like no other. I remember waking up at 6am, running to the art building to see if my pottery had come out of the kiln. He was just standing at the door, arms crossed & nodding... "now that's an inspired artist." Weekends were spent either painting the ocean scenes, taking a train into Boston & visiting the art museums or making pottery & talking art with Professor Broudo. Leaves are forming.
Now married with three children, I have found that what "annoyed" me as a child" has only prepared me for the next part of my journey....inspiring the next generation in a fun & loving environment. It is something inside me that I can not turn off. Art is my heart, soul & mind. The flower is blooming.
What is most important about my journey is the love & support that I have encountered along the way. Without my husband & wonderful friends & family, I might not have followed my dream. They have encouraged me to reach for the stars, inspire others, be true to myself & be thankful.
The trivia car rides and visits to the museums continue. I laugh when I hear my kids moan when I ask them "I wonder who painted ballerinas" and they say "Mom, c'mon we did this yesterday". I think of my Dad and know he must be very proud. New seeds are planted.