March 25, 2009
Retrospective, The Awakening
So there I was... a young mother of two, wife of an AF Officer, stationed at remote AF Base in Montana... and alone much of the time. The seeds of art began as a way to ward off cabin fever... little did I know. My leanings had been to music, not visual art, had never been in a gallery or museum in my life. One year of college, one year of accounting and then marriage.
Fast forward to 1971, we are station near DC, the family now includes two in school and a babe in diapers... and one day, on an exploratory visit to DC, I walked into the Corcoran Gallery... into several rooms of giant stripes by the Color Field painter, Gene Davis. Epiphany! So THIS is ART??? Drab brown renderings of the Old Masters (no matter how exquisite) were quickly replaced by my new discovery... I HAD to know more. And so began my real art education.
I located the Maryland School of Art and Design in Silver Spring... small at the time, now quite impressive. I was able to take several classes including serigraphy which I latched on to with gusto. I made my version of Gene Davis stripes... but also explored all types of images. I also spent four years studying watercolor with Skip Lawrence at his studio in Laurel, Md. I made every effort to associate with fine artists and teachers wherever I went, gleaning info, soaking up as much as I could to make up for what I considered the embarassing lack of a formal education... a degree or two to head my skinny little resume.
By the time we transferred again, I was ready for the art festival circuit... and Alabama served me well in that regard for the next ten years. At last! Something to put on my resume... not only that I could be accepted into selective art festivals, but win a few ribbons as well. I was pumped!
And then... New Orleans...