World traveller, Military Brat...by day ...Sr. Business Analyst
Art is my passion; it is an inseparable part of me. Much like the air I breathe, it keeps me alive and moving. I am not a self taught artist. It was never an option; it is as fixed to my being as the color of my eyes.
I read a BLOG post someplace the other day, it was about being a “self-taught” artist. I never really think of myself as “taught” at all. I most certainly did not go to school and study art history, nor did I attend any lectures on method. I have traveled to historically important works of art, where I was inspired and moved by what I saw.
I saw the “Mona Lisa,” I was moved by the sheer size of it….. in our romantic mind it is bigger than life. In reality it looked like a postage stamp to me.
I have wondered about the cave paintings discovered at Lascaux, in southern France. By my estimation they are “art”, but who taught the artist…or did the art simply occur spontaneously by the hand of the artist like a yelp when you step accidentally on a rather sharp stone?
I am more of the later, in my own view of me as an artist. I stepped on a lot of sharp stones and out came some art where others might have yelped instead.
Nonetheless, I subscribe to the ideal that whatever you see that moves you is art. The art born of nature, or found in a beautiful smile -- maybe a gorgeous cup of café noire resting on a tiny red table outside of a Parisian bistro (that’s a beautiful thing!). It is all art to me regardless of how it came into being.
I am not self taught, but I am an artist who one day in the 60’s just came into being.
Realism, and tattoo art
Whatever is handy, Markers, India Ink, watercolor, aquarelles, paper, wood, metal, crystal
experimentation, imagination
Mixed Media, Henna, wood working with India Ink
Henna, nature, everything I see