Getting our Artist away from being strangled by the negative believed words/weeds in our heads stopping us from our creativity and artistic voice.

My Mom was a fine artist and Art was hers. When I was little I loved that I could sit on the floor and do art with her art supplies. I remember being excited that when I grow up I too can draw people and use paints on a palette and take classes just like her. She was fun to Brain storm with and we would look for ideas to inspire and teach me and then as I became a teacher brainstorm and create, like an assembly line, create things for the 24 children in my class.
As I got older I came to realize Art was My Mom’s possession.  I can copy other artists and draw what she needed on command for cards, gifts, display, or if she wanted a certain artist ( she could not copy she had her own style, it overpowered and she did not like copying others at all) for herself or on the insert of her new sketchbook.

My copying “that” was not Art. I believed I would get a sketchbook for my birthday…but she told me I could not have a sketch book like her because copying is not Art and sketch books are hers ( when I was young Pop gave me a blank book, she took it and told him “Bettyrose is too young…trust me I will know when I think she’s ready”). She kept the book and asked me to copy one of his favorite artists and put “To Betty From Lukie with Love”. Mom loved the sketch book and of course used it right away.

It wasn’t sad because I really believed she will tell me when I was an Artist like her. So I was looking forward to that day and that blank book.

…She died 4 years ago and right now I realize with this class — the little girl is still waiting for her to say “Now you are an Artist! Here is your Sketch book let’s see what you create!” A kind  of blessing, permission, an “It’s Official!  You have arrived! You are Now an ARTIST like me -go forward!” A passing of a torch from Mother to Daughter.

Wow!!!!! I am realizing, with this opportunity  of your class, her giving me that title is more important to me than any college degree. Wow!! Did not realize how deep that weed is!

Art Bully… thank you for that noun. Also “even if you love them/it is an opinion not the truth.”

Thank you for creating a class like this. As I study and I am enjoying classes and watch my skills be come new and inspiring me to create more.

I am wearing the noun Artist more (still trying it on for size and accepting it for me better).  I have friends who are also my art classmates that I love being in the art studio with . Creativity is mixed with the oxygen and we learn and inspire each other.

It is these times, the inner voice gets stronger and I need to see the inner voice and know now how those words of the past are not true at all.

 The 2 projects were so much fun.

The bands are a

1)Rose pink pajama

2) Brown eyes

3) Mint with chocolate chips and or cookies or Grasshopper pie

4)the sunrise of the day

5) I was working on you class at night

Angie was the name of our pet rabbit.