I always has fun as a toddler "drawing". This changed in grade school as I was expected to follow rules. The teacher gave out gold, silver, red and green stars as an evaluation of the drawings submitted to her. I never got any stars. My greatest sin's were not drawing a sun (yellow ball with pins sticking out of it), a hole in every tree for squirrels to store nuts and smoke coming out of chimneys. Not only did these omissions indicate an absence of artistic talent but, I suspect, were symptoms of mental illness. My further art education in high school was also not helpful. The teacher would give long lectures on the evils of the color red and made it clear that she didn't want to see any version of red in her assignments. A one point she strode to the rear of the classroom (terror incognito) and confronted one student who she caught using a red crayon. She whacked it out of his hand with a ruler. He was a local celebrity as he was the leader of a violent street gang. Everyone calmed him down and to placate him, his red tinted drawing was hung in a place of honor in the schools lobby. So much for the objectivity of art critics.
As a preteen, I was impressed by Rafael Sabatini's description of his hero Scaramouch; "He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad." Add striking colors and you have the leitmotif of my art.
I see the world as a challenging adventure and I see people as engaged in finding a way of mastering it.
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