I became interested in art when I was about 9 or 10 years old. I remember watching a movie on T.V about Leonardo DeVinci and then a month or two later a movie about Michael Angelo. I felt an instant connection to these two artists and the impact they made upon the world. I wanted to be an artist as well. In 5th grade, one student's mother volunteered to teach us a class on art and we could chose what we wanted to learn; animals, people or landscapes. The popular vote was people and she showed us the basic principles of how to draw and face and get the proportions correct. I loved it!
In High School I took drawing and painting as electives and they were by far my favorite classes. I entered and won an art contest in my senior year of High School!
Then, reality set in. It would be hard to make it as an artists and I really felt the need to get a decent paying job so I could move out of my parent's house and support myself. I just could not see myself as a starving artists. Too hard a life. The local community college offered several selections of vocational training programs. There was dental assisting, X-ray technician and Licensed Vocational Nursing. Several of my aunts were nurses and I was interested in medical stuff so I chose that path. I still continued drawing and painting throughout my life. Then 25 years ago, I took my first ceramics class. I loved everything about it. I could literally make just about anything I could image.
Now, I have been retired from nursing for over 2 years. I always dreamed that making and selling ceramics would be my second profession, but it is still a hobby. A hobby I love. If I can sell a few pieces that means I have room and get to make more! Thankfully, people seem to like the things I make and that makes me very happy. Now, I don't think of myself as a retired nurse as much. Now I think of myself as a ceramic artist. I feel so blessed. Thank you God.
In High School I took drawing and painting as electives and they were by far my favorite classes. I entered and won an art contest in my senior year of High School!
Then, reality set in. It would be hard to make it as an artists and I really felt the need to get a decent paying job so I could move out of my parent's house and support myself. I just could not see myself as a starving artists. Too hard a life. The local community college offered several selections of vocational training programs. There was dental assisting, X-ray technician and Licensed Vocational Nursing. Several of my aunts were nurses and I was interested in medical stuff so I chose that path. I still continued drawing and painting throughout my life. Then 25 years ago, I took my first ceramics class. I loved everything about it. I could literally make just about anything I could image.
Now, I have been retired from nursing for over 2 years. I always dreamed that making and selling ceramics would be my second profession, but it is still a hobby. A hobby I love. If I can sell a few pieces that means I have room and get to make more! Thankfully, people seem to like the things I make and that makes me very happy. Now, I don't think of myself as a retired nurse as much. Now I think of myself as a ceramic artist. I feel so blessed. Thank you God.
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