Why Make Art?
February 8, 2011 Like so many others in our culture, I grew up thinking that I was not an artist. If I didn’t have “talent” there was no point in making my own images. Though I tried several times as an adult to learn to draw, I always felt discouraged by my lack of success and would quickly abandon my efforts.
It wasn’t until I signed up for an acrylic painting class in my late 30’s that I experienced the power of art to touch my inner life. I did not find that I had any more talent at art than I had before, but I had an experience as I left class of feeling “awake” for the first time in years. This feeling of being newly aware of myself and my surroundings lasted for the rest of the day, and over the weeks to come, each time I returned to class I had the same experience. It was as though I had been going through life in a dream without even knowing it.