Sunday, January 10, 2010

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

That's what I call the stretch of basement from the back staircase, past the laundry room before the wine safe.  It's cluttered with piles of equipment, supplies and memories of all those great ideas I had tried that never amounted to anything.

Describing this view would be like filtering through the Grand Island dump, so let's start with just one section.  How about remnants of my dream to be an artist ?  I see the blank canvases, sable hair brushes and tubes of paint.  Deeper I find the charcoals and gummy erasers.  I better stop digging through because I am starting to believe I could do this again.

Back in high school, Sr. Amelia (my senior art teacher) told me I was creative and had a beautiful talent.  Interesting that those are words from high school I choose to continue remembering.

I remember the Xmas I choose to do charcoal drawings of an embracing couple for my brother.  His wife still thinks it was him and an old girlfriend. The size of their hands compared to their faces immediately told me that drawing was not going to make me rich and famous.

Then there is the time I took watercolor classes near Ann Arbor MI with a talented Watercolor Artist named Donna Z.  She was amazing and I spent a fortune on equipment.  My one painting is still clipped to the easel awaiting a revisit to complete.  When I came back to Buffalo I moved into oil classes.  Notice I didn't say oil painting because mainly I just took the classes. Then there is the adult education classes I took where the teacher told me my choice in tree color was wrong.  Since when is the word wrong used in art?

My husband's biggest criticism was that my last painting depicted pumpkins on the beach.  Pumpkins don't grow on the beach. He should know he was an art major for a time in college.  My husband has so many talents, unfortunately I cannot put oil painting in that category. Good thing he changed majors.

Time to find a new hobby.  Maybe I will pick it up again or maybe I will continue to us it as a dream to revisit whenever I feel lost.

Sarah, thanks for listening to me rant about this over the past several years and reminding me to write about it.

1 comment:

  1. Yes, but you have so many more to report about that are just as interesting......keep writing.....

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