Well, it was a rough start. My mom and grandmother were good artists.
I thought I had to be, too. It wasn't until high school that I really tried to
work on my abilities. I had none. I was so upset I remember tearing up a
drawing project. My teacher came to me and showed me how to break down
my art into pieces. It was my "ah ha" moment! I was so thrilled with my
breakthrough I went crazy.
Oh yes! My freshman year of college I took Art 101. I was so excited to get started
with my very first college art class. Well, what a disappointment. My assignment was
to draw to music. At first I was like, "wow, ok, sounds good". I didn't realize
my teacher wanted me to draw what the music made me feel. Feel? What?
Crap! I drew musical notes. He wasn't happy. Then we had to do a nude. I just didn't
show up. I actually gave up art at that point.
Well, in my 20s I stayed home with my first child, and drew some animals and
people's eyes. My husband was so amazed and supportive. I did some more
things, but art was too expensive for me at that point. So many years later in
my late 40s a friend saw some of my old art and asked me to do a picture for
her. I did. Another friend saw it and asked me to do a picture for her friend. And
that was when it really started.