I had to take an art class in order to get my Baccalaureate degree. The only thing available was a painting class. Though I enjoyed sculpting I had not painted for years. Being a cocky self-made artist I decided this class would be a piece of cake- easy “A” I could not have been further from the truth.
My instuctor was the Art version of “Dr. House” She cut ego with regular reality check and made us question our every brush stroke. If we worked on a painting for days she would cut it to the quick- and then when we were exasperated and decided we were destined to fail she looked over our shoulders and suddenly gave APPROVAL.
She was brutal but she was RIGHT.
She made me realize that true art is planned and that each stroke was important.
She taught us that we will never know all there is to know about art and in me she instilled an eager desire to continue learning that is still with me today.
Because of her I can honestly say that my work improves with each painting.
Because of her the awards and publications do not pump up my ego- because the goal is not me. The goal is to create a masterpiece. The artist is not important- the art is.
I should send her a letter of thanks. Yeah- I am going to do that. Lurve for the reminder and the good question.