What a great question if I do say so myself! I was an artist, drawing, painting, chalks, you name it. I loved abstract, Monet, anything that made my mind reel! I taught at a continuation high school, showing what you could do with your imagination. I had a class of mainly hooligans! I loved it! There were a couple of boys, one was terribly poor and the other was from a wealthy family. They laid down in the middle of my classroom on the floor! It was really creative, and I totally appreciated it. I ignored them and kept teaching, stepping over them as I went around the classroom. I wanted to pinch their cute little cheeks. One fell asleep and the other eventually got up and left the classroom. I didn't really take note of when the boy left, because I was really busy teaching about texture creation using different media. This behavior went on for a few days with only a minimal amount of interest shown, but that was enough for me! I did some thinking. It was clear, these kids were in desperate need of something positive, plus they were really smart and fearless! I appreciate these traits. I thought a lot about how I could get their I destroyed one of my son's Transworld magazines, tearing out pages to bring to class. I figured I'd apologize later. I brought them in and passed them out. I had all the students trace the figures in the pictures, trees, guys displaying their skateboarding prowess, etc. Afterwards, I asked what they saw... crickets. One of the "thug" boys as I called them, answered, "lines." I think he thought he was being sarcastic. He was right. Just lines, straight lines, curved lines, circles... Who can't draw a line?! I had them, and they were my best students. I was even invited to a "concert" they were putting on at a friend's house. Of course I declined. Going to an alcohol fueled gathering where I'm sure I would have been they only one above 18 seemed like a bad idea... I love art! Okay, the point of my narrative, I was diagnosed with MS in on January 3, 2007, and that was the end of art for me. My head and my hands no longer played well together. What was in my head, I couldn't create with my hands! For years, I didn't paint or draw. I put my art supplies away, and even though I have multiple tubs full, I wouldn't let loose of them. Hey, you never know what God will do! I worked as a medical transcriptionist for 20 years and have good typing and punctuation, editing, etc. skills. I started journaling on a regular basis because it was a way to get my creativity out, and I can type as fast as I can think. It's easy for me and relaxing. I started writing little short stories for fun, and pretty soon, they got longer. It just felt right. I realized that writing is like painting. I'm creating a picture of a character or a world using words! Writing is art! I'm back!! God took my love of Art of creating something and is using it in a different way! Anyway, that's my wordy story! Let's hear yours!! God Bless
[b]What a great question if I do say so myself! I was an artist, drawing, painting, chalks, you name it. I loved abstract, Monet, anything that made my mind reel! I taught at a continuation high school, showing what you could do with your imagination. I had a class of mainly hooligans! I loved it! There were a couple of boys, one was terribly poor and the other was from a wealthy family. They laid down in the middle of my classroom on the floor! It was really creative, and I totally appreciated it. I ignored them and kept teaching, stepping over them as I went around the classroom. I wanted to pinch their cute little cheeks. One fell asleep and the other eventually got up and left the classroom. I didn't really take note of when the boy left, because I was really busy teaching about texture creation using different media. This behavior went on for a few days with only a minimal amount of interest shown, but that was enough for me![/b] [size= 12pt][b]I did some thinking. It was clear, these kids were in desperate need of something positive, plus they were really smart and fearless! I appreciate these traits. I thought a lot about how I could get their I destroyed one of my son's Transworld magazines, tearing out pages to bring to class. I figured I'd apologize later. I brought them in and passed them out. I had all the students trace the figures in the pictures, trees, guys displaying their [/b][/size][size= 16px][b]skateboarding[/b][/size] [/b][size= 16px][b]prowess, etc. Afterwards, I asked what they saw... crickets.[/b][/size] [size= 16px][b]One of the "thug" boys as I called them, answered, "lines." I think he thought he was being sarcastic. He was right. Just lines, straight lines, curved lines, circles... Who can't draw a line?! I had them, and they were my best students. I was even invited to a "concert" they were putting on at a friend's house. Of course I declined. Going to an alcohol fueled gathering where I'm sure I would have been they only one above 18 seemed like a bad idea...[/b][/size] [size= 16px][b]I love art! Okay, the point of my narrative, I was diagnosed with MS in on January 3, 2007, and that was the end of art for me. My head and my hands no longer played well together. What was in my head, I couldn't create with my hands! For years, I didn't paint or draw. I put my art supplies away, and even though I have multiple tubs full, I wouldn't let loose of them. Hey, you never know what God will do! [/b][/size] [size= 16px][b]I worked as a medical transcriptionist for 20 years and have good typing and punctuation, editing, etc. skills. I started journaling on a regular basis because it was a way to get my creativity out, and I can type as fast as I can think. It's easy for me and relaxing. I started writing little short stories for fun, and pretty soon, they got longer. It just felt right.[/b][/size] [size= 16px][b]I realized that writing is like painting. I'm creating a picture of a character or a world using words! Writing is art! I'm back!! God took my love of Art of creating something and is using it in a different way! Anyway, that's my wordy story! Let's hear yours!! God Bless[/b][/size]
