How I Fell in Love With Art
We all fall in love with the process of making art in different ways. I was a child of three years, who due to a serious bout of meningitis was relegated to crawling around on the floor. Being too weak to be able to do much and with eyes and ears that were damaged, my world had a nauseating spin, if I had the strength to stand up the dizziness would have me falling over. But I could lie very still and face down on the floor to paint, here I was able to calm the spinning and focus my eyes. This is where I fell in love with making art. It was the smell and colors at first that got me hooked. Looking back I can see how that little girl was using her art as a life raft to hang onto the world. It was the art that made her live.