I have loved art from day one and just dabbled here and there. Not really finding what turned me on. Until about 5 years ago, we went to our community college art show. I fell in love with this painting that was so delicately detailed and executed to the tee. It was a painting of a quilt that had donuts on it, with a still life of real sprinkle donuts on top of it. I just about creamed my jeans in envy of such talent. This particular artists husband happened to be standing near by, and heard me raving about how I loved it and how I wanted to be able to do that. He said you can, just join our painting class. He went on to tell us how the teacher was wonderful and the people were so nice, almost like a family. I told him how I felt intimidated and didn't know if I would be good enough. He was very persistent, because I think he could tell how bad I wanted to do this.
That night we went home, and that's all I could talk about and decided that I would give it a try.
The rest is history, I took the beginning, intermediate, and advance classes and have continued taking the studio lab every semester. This class has a great group of regulars, and a teacher who happens to have become one of my closest friends is just awesome.
So, I continue going to school and have added a drawing class this semester. I've have found that niche', that for years I couldn't find.
Most importantly, this was a first of my stepping stones to independence. I was frozen in uncertainty most of my life. This was big, and probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Maybe I'll share more about that another time.