I had art classes in high school - not much but a little. I don't remember much. I remember that I didn't do much because we didn't get that many assignments and I guess I wasn't good at starting things myself. And I know that I nearly failed the class and I was so angry with the teacher, because I had done everything he told me to do. Eventually I did pass, but it was a close call...
It's frustrating thinking about it now. Why wasn't I interested? Why didn't I understand that it's possible to learn how to paint and draw... It's not possible to be an expert right away.... it takes practice. I think I was always intimidated because I was thinking I had to be able to do it perfectly right away.
Perhaps I should blame my art teacher and not myself? Or perhaps I just wasn't perceptive at that age...











, but boy did he make me love art! A good teacher can stay in your head for a lifetime!!

