How I Became an Artist
In 1973 I received a Kodak Instamatic camera for my 11th birthday… I promptly took a selfie! I took pictures of everything and spent a lot of my parents money on film and developing.
Top: Selfie 1973 - 11 years old Bottom: Selfie 2018 - 55 years old
In high school I saved for and purchased a Canon AE1 35mm camera. I loved that camera and used it until the digital age bloomed. I wish I still had that camera. Is it bad that I lost all interest in photography once everything went digital?!
When I had that camera in my hand I felt at home. I took pictures of everything. Time would fly by while I was taking pictures, I would lose myself in the subject, the colors, contrasts and light.
As an adult, I found my closets, cupboards and drawers full of photos. With all those photos taken over the years I got seriously into scrapbooking.
The scrapbooking hobby turned into mixed media art journaling; at the same time, I discovered doodling repetitive patterns in my journal, on meeting minutes, and on card stock.
Early doodle on a 3x5 notecard
No other hobby ever felt as “right” as photography until I discovered mandala making and intuitive painting. For the past 3 years I’ve been honing my skill through a lot of practice, workshops, practice, experimenting, practicing, discovering what I love and what works for me, oh and practicing!
Top: Early mandala in my art journal Bottom: Mandala on vinyl record after a lot of practice