My husband and I have been going through old stuff lately and I came across something I had totally forgotten about.
I think at the time I didn’t really realize what that meant and I didn’t know what to do with it. I felt proud at the time this was presented to me but it was forgotten soon after. I wanted to be an artist of some sort. I was in photography, drawing, pottery, and interior design. I was going to be an interior designer.
I won an honorable mention in the art show for my depiction of The Edge. (Of course, what else would I draw) 😉
I wasn’t very good at photography but my teacher asked me to be on the yearbook staff. I said “no” because I only had a point and shoot camera which I didn’t think was sufficient for the task.
I met my husband the week I turned 20, possibly even the day I turned 20. A few months later we both won tickets to a baseball game, which neither of us wanted to go to but felt obligated, and since our work was paying us to go on hours, we couldn’t refuse.
We hit it off. All he really had to say is that he liked Björk. I was totally impressed. 😁 (He also liked No Doubt, which was a no go, but I looked past it eventually)
He is an artist and I devoted the early years of our marriage to getting his portfolio ready to take to galleries. He had his first show in 2002. I ended up hanging the show because my husband got in an argument with the gallery director and he refused to hang the paintings.
We moved to California and had a bit of luck getting into galleries in Visalia and Bakersfield.
We ended up moving back to Utah, where he had one more group exhibition before we decided that the gallery scene wasn’t for him.
A link to the article written about the show: http://artistsofutah.org/15Bytes/index.php/an-emerging-showcase-aperture-celebrates-emerging-artists/
I worked in furniture retail management. I started out there and realized in process that I did not want to be an interior decorator. I started thinking that I’d rather go into social work, sociology or psychology, possibly a high school guidance counselor. I had already wasted 15 years in retail and by that time I was making more than a social worker would make plus I would’ve had to take on student loans. (I wish I would have known this in high school)
What I have gotten out of all of this (the long way around) is 20 years of studying art and composition which has made me a better photographer. I’m proud of some of the stuff I’ve accomplished in that area.
I also have a pretty great living room. (In my humble opinion) 😉😁
It’s interesting where life takes you. There are plenty of things I regret but I’m grateful for my experiences and the way they’ve shaped me.
Have a great week and thanks for reading.