Ever since I was a small child, people have encouraged me to
draw and paint.
Although art was not allowed for boys when I was in school, I was often
asked to make murals
and produce other art for school activities.
In college, I majored in Art Education, reasoning that if I had to
work, I should do something that I liked.
Family and teaching limited my creation of art until my move from Iowa
to Colorado in 2003.
Joining an Art Guild inspired me to produce painting and jewelry. I
usually do plein-air painting and took lessons in
Taos
from an established artist who promised to teach the skill although he
preferred his air conditioned studio with stereo music.
Plein-air work sometimes puts the elements against me. My easel has
blown over, thunmderstorms have come up and
the sun has dired my acrylic paint in only minutes. Sometimes animals
have taken an interest in what I'm doing.
People have stood and watched. A newspaper reporter once took my
picture for a story.
I have tried to loosen my style to assist in plein-air painting.
Another artist told me he had gone from realism to abstract
to renew his excitement for painting. I went home and did an abstract
painting only to realize that the top half was blue
and the bottom half was green, just like a landscape. I have
been told that my colors sometimes surprise people.
THe beautiful and varied colors of Colorado sunrises and sunsets amaze
me.
I have just discovered cerulean blue after all these years.