|When and how did you begin to see yourself as an artist?
I saw myself as an artist against my better judgement when I was a young woman. I went away to college and was naive about the world and how to get along with conventional programs. I was unhappy with school and it confused me. I felt like I didn't fit in and had never even heard of a sorority. I started hanging around artists and felt much better about everything. That's when I really knew.
I have always seen myself as an artist
My friends and family told me.
I was prep during that time. It was art class. There was a classmate of mine, one of my seatmates who created a better drawing than me. And i thought, damn. I should be the one doing that. So, after that, I took on my paints seriously and studied what made good pictures. And people have been recognizing my paintings ever since.
Have always felt the need to "create". Believe that it stems from the way I was raised by my Parents and an instinctive call from inside one.
I won first place for my portrait of Dracula in the first grade.....I think it was Ms. Zimmerman's class.
I saw myself as an artist when my mentor took an interest in my work enough to purchase one of my first pieces for $100, it was the best day of my life.
I really don't remember---it was long time ago.
I guess there was always an element, but on my first journey to Spain it started to become clear.
I still don't, although I always have been.
I always loved to draw and paint, but when I was young I didn't think I could really be an artist. I pursued a career in another field and continued to paint in my spare time, off and on. This changed when I was living in Italy for a semester. I was affected by the visual richness surrounding me, as well as the lively atmosphere of markets and squares, and I knew then that I would not be happy unless I made painting these things my primary focus. I began to see myself as an artist then.
When I was a small child I loved to draw and paint.
Ever since I was very young. Really, always.
When I was 3 years old, laying on the floor, coloring and eating my crayons. I remember vividly my mother picking me up and taking the crayons away. Then when I was 11 I asked for a paint set for Christmas. When Christmas came my brother got the paint set that I had wanted. I can't remember what my parents got me, I only remember my brother getting MY paint set. I was very sad. I knew that I was the Artist in the family.
When I was 4 years old.
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