AnneofAlamo
Slippers IN sunshine? Even better!
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in school, I would stare at the art class with pure desire.
I sat in typing across the hall.
1979. finally in high school, I took pottery.
I made a pumpkin, so proud I was of it.
mixing colors to get the coolest orangey brown.
I entered in our VIC Expo..first time.
I went that weekend with great expectations of blue ribbons.
my little pumpkin sat all alone - nothing. I overheard some people laughing at it. I put it under my arms and walked away. I didn't do a second semester of pottery.
Back to Business Typing.
Fast forward to
2002-I love to draw, but am not good at getting what is in my head on paper. I see a class at our community college.
Drawing for People who think they can't. I signed up.
I got there, with all the things needed. and tentatively, walked into the class. "Is this the Class Drawning for People who think they can't??"
The instructor, dead panned, nope, that is down the hall, only professionals here.
I burst into tears. I almost left.
He was so kind, and I loved the class but still the brain and hand didn't work!
This is why I love the computer. I can finally get what is in my head on paper.
Are you an artist? What do you do that you love when it is done being created by you?
I sat in typing across the hall.
1979. finally in high school, I took pottery.
I made a pumpkin, so proud I was of it.
mixing colors to get the coolest orangey brown.
I entered in our VIC Expo..first time.
I went that weekend with great expectations of blue ribbons.
my little pumpkin sat all alone - nothing. I overheard some people laughing at it. I put it under my arms and walked away. I didn't do a second semester of pottery.
Back to Business Typing.
Fast forward to
2002-I love to draw, but am not good at getting what is in my head on paper. I see a class at our community college.
Drawing for People who think they can't. I signed up.
I got there, with all the things needed. and tentatively, walked into the class. "Is this the Class Drawning for People who think they can't??"
The instructor, dead panned, nope, that is down the hall, only professionals here.
I burst into tears. I almost left.
He was so kind, and I loved the class but still the brain and hand didn't work!
This is why I love the computer. I can finally get what is in my head on paper.
Are you an artist? What do you do that you love when it is done being created by you?



