My Artistic Journey - Part 1

My journey with art began like most, as a child. As a child I would draw daily from my father’s very large stack of National Geographic magazines. I knew from a very early age that I was going to be an artist, and I proclaimed to emphatically to anyone that would listen. I just knew it.

I was very lucky to grow up in a home where my art practice was encouraged from both of my parents. When I turned about 15, I found an old set of oil paints and supplies that my mom had kept since her college days. I was so excited to experiment with them. The first painting I created was truly horrible, but I didn’t let that stop me. I kept practicing. I kept creating. And a love for oil painting grew and blossomed.

From there I headed off to art school where I was taught the fundamentals of traditional artistry. I took classes like art history, figure drawing, sculpture, and painting. I moved on to an art school in Calgary where I was taught to find my own voice and style. To think critically about art.

Somewhere along the way, I was taught the old, famous lie, that you can’t make money as an artist.

Along with that lie, the burnout i felt from the constant pressure to create through art school, and the need to grow a small business with my new husband, I just stopped painting….

To be continued in my next post.

xo,

Rebecca