Upon going into the attic for the Christmas decorations, my husband found abandoned art that had been stowed away for many years, in fact, since 1990. My first painting attempts began in 1990. As he brought down numerous pieces one, by one, I was shocked at how crude and amateurish they appeared. Knowing that their birth was 22 years ago didn’t help my astonishment. “Austin”, I exclaimed to my husband, “How could you let me believe that I had potential as an artist?” “I had faith in you”, he stated.
Well just the same, sending the art to the dump was cleansing. Each piece told a story and a potential addition to my future artist voice, including mood, love of color, composition, the figure, texture and design.
As artists we do need faith that it will get better, that we will become better at our craft, that we will find our voice, and that we will be acknowledged as professionals. In the beginning, blind faith and seeing with the eyes of a newborn was a blessing. Mistakes and crude skills were accepted and acknowledged as part of the journey of learning and becoming.
Support from others, teachers, friends, and family and their ability to see my potential was a gift. This is a great reminder to be mentors to the novice artist, knowing that we all had to take this journey.