From an early age I painted, not well and not very often, but enough to know that I was not talented. However I knew for sure that I could paint better than I could sing or play a musical instrument: there is not a bucket in the world large enough for me to carry a tune.
Art is something Iíve always thought was important. From an early age, I admired various artists, and my interest has gone from one artist to another over the years. Iíve had friends who were truly talented amateur artists. Whenever Iíve had the chance, Iíve visited art galleries and museums as well as professional artists. Iíve read a lot of biographies of artists, and contrary to the popular perception, most of them were normal people with talent. Also contrary to popular opinion, Iím a normal person; therefore, I can be an artist. Okay, so I lack talent; that has seldom been a show stopper for me and, for that matter, most of us.
I spent most of my adult life trying to teach English to high school students. This pretty well took all of my energy and time. Late in in my school life, I became the district librarian; I suddenly discovered I had some energy left over at the end of the day, not a lot but enough to apply somewhere else. I donít farm, Iím a terrible golfer, so I was pretty limited in my choices of what to do with the leftover energy: I chose art.
I began to apply myself to art in a more earnest manner, and I found ways to overcome my lack of talent.
By the way, I have a new personal website: oldartguy.com .