I never really thought of myself as an artist, and I never tried to be one. Then, when I went off to college I experienced what a lot of first year students do, alienation, "culture shock," homesickness and even a little depression. I guess I felt that way mostly because all my friends were in Florida going to school at U.F. and I decided to go away to school at Dickinson College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. So, I was really alone. But, I also felt that way because I lived in an all girls dorm where most of the girls' favorite past-times were gossiping and making life for the other people around them hell. So, I knew I wasn't going to make friends very easily in this environment. And then there was the fact that Pennsylvania gets a lot of snow and not a lot warm sunny weather. Let me tell you, not seeing the sun for a week will make anyone feel a little gloomy.
Well, that was enough to push me over the edge. I knew I had to find a way to enjoy myself and make the most of a bad decision to go so far away for college. Since I spent a lot of time on my own, I had plenty of time to write so I kept extensive journals. Actually, the habit sticks with me to this very day. After awhile I got really tired of writing just words words words all the time so I decided I would mess around with a little sketching. Well, I did a few and they were nothing to show off, but they were interesting to me. So, I kept sketching everything I could find, everywhere I went. I sketched the outside of the dorms and then the campus buildings which were circa 1776 so I found quite a bit of architectural interest in them. When I got better I started going in town and sketching churches and steeples.
After awhile I got the hang of it, and now I sketch things all the time. Even people. Although, people are not my forte, to say the least. Once I had gotten fairly good at sketching real things I tried sketching imaginary shapes and people. Like everything, it started out wretchedly and it took a long time to fine tune it. What's interesting is that I was really self-conscious about my sketches and my journal in general, especially since my journal contained very private information. Because of that I never really shared my sketches with anyone else. But, eventually, someone "caught" me and thought they were somewhat decent. Even now though, I don't think of myself as all that amazing of an artist, or an artist, period. It's just something I really enjoy. And, for people who know me and know that I AM NOT AN ARTIST they seem to think its sort of neat too. So, I wanted to share these sketches on my website so that you all can see that anyone can do art, its fun. Don't be afraid or intimidated by the idea that your work has to look like something from the Louvre. Just do it because you want to.
I hope everyone enjoys my story, and now I hope you enjoy the rest of it, as told in pictures.
BY THE WAY: DO NOT REPRODUCE, OR USE MY PICTURES AT ALL, EVER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. MAKE YOUR OWN!
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