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My Artist Story — I Didn’t Know That I Was an Artist
I took a long way around.
As a little girl, I enjoyed coloring and drawing, in fact, I enjoyed any artistic activity. I remember times in daycare and summer camp when we got to play with glue and make all sorts of different and fun items. My mom says that if I had a coloring book in hand, I would sit quietly and color all day if I had to.
It seems obvious looking back, that I would someday be an artist, but it certainly wasn’t obvious then, and in fact, my journey to becoming an artist is not your typical artist story.
I didn’t know that I was an artist.
Later on, as I went to art classes in junior high school, I found myself mostly hating it. They always wanted me to draw specific things, or work on specific projects, but I never felt like I could do what they wanted. I enjoyed doodling, not drawing things. In fact, I had told myself over and over that I couldn’t draw things.
I had decided that I wasn’t an artist and I stubbornly refused to even try.
I would, however, doodle all over my school books, and my favorite was the phone book. I would spend hours talking on the phone with my girlfriends, all the time scribbling and doodling so…
