I have been thinking about this for a few days. Libby Fife of Libby Fife Fine Art-Studio Blog wrote a post about influences in ones creative life. What are yours? Where do they come from? What was your start onto an artists path? Where has it taken you over time?
A hard one for me to answer. I grew up with art everywhere. A mother who was an artist and freely shared ideas along with art supplies and trips to the museum. Two brothers who have followed that path as well. So, in truth, everything turns into art in my head. I find my fingers tracing the lines of people around me, the faces, buildings, trees. everything. I dabbled in many media. Always drawing somewhere. Never really satisfied with my drawing skills. Photography was an answer for years. But my hands wanted something tactile. I embroidered my designs on my jeans in those late sixties days. Not really thinking of that as art since I didn't see anyone embracing cloth as an art form though there were some who were venturing into that realm in those early days. Art took a back seat to many things at different times. The need for a steady income and family dependences came first. But there is no turning off the drive to create. So I doodled, took photos when I could, made things with my hands that served a function. I don't remember that a ha moment when fabric, embroidery, stitching became my art. I suppose it evolved a bit at a time. My mother made clothes for my daughter and I embroidered them. We made a bunch of children's vests with crazy quilt satin and velvet Fans with embroidery on the backs. Took ourselves to a craft fair and sold them all on the first day. Most of them going to a woman who had a small boutique who upped the price by more then double in her shop. I embroidered osh gosh overalls for a shop and for small commissions from friends and friends of friends. Had we put our minds to it we might have been able to grow it into something. But, job security for my mom and a growing wanderlust from me eventually did that in.
Now, I am retired from the energy sapping day job, have time again to play. I thought I was going to push for more recognition and try to get some work into shows. But it turns out that I really just want to do whatever strikes my fancy. I don't want the pressure of trying to please someone else. Oh, don't get me wrong, recognition and accolades are really great,but that isn't what drives me now. So I draw my sub par drawings and stitch my favorite ladies into mermaids and maidens with fairy tale joys. I make toys for the grandkids and pillows for home. Happily being an artist in my own small way.
What about you?