Yes of course I was, my dear mother made it quite clear I was the most difficult child of the five she brought into this world.
I suspect I was strong-willed right from the start, ready to run, ready to say no, all of which is ‘normal” I think.
When I was about two years old I chose to have it out with my mother and challenge her, big mistake. She always kept her word, knowing this at the time would have saved me some grief, and tears.
I grew up on a farm and loved playing outside, I suspect the “incident” had something to do with her wanting me to come inside the house…and me putting my foot down and giving her a very loud, “NO”.
As a kid in the 60’s everyone drank cow’s milk, I loved it, it was my life blood, nothing kept me from it, until the fateful day of the “Great Challenge”.
Standing in the doorway, a small truck in my hand; my mother opposite me, glass of milk in her hand.
As I raised the toy above my head she said, “If you throw that, I will throw the milk in your face”
I threw the truck.
When you were 10, what did you want to be when you grew up? What are you now? Are the two connected?
At that age all I wanted to be was an artist. The walls of my bedroom were covered with cartoons, Snoopy and Charlie Brown being my favorite. Construction paper and masking tape were my friends, along with pencil crayons and cardboard.
The other thing I wanted to be was an archaeologist digging for lost treasure, I thought it was the coolest thing ever. When I was around ten or twelve, I buried a small box of trinkets so I could have the fun of digging it up. This part of the quest I found rather boring, because I already knew where the treasure lay. I also buried a dead mouse, but never did find the bones, that was very disappointing.
I have been an artist my whole life, and have dabbled in many different mediums. I don’t make my living at it, but it will always be a passion in my life.
I didn’t become an archaeologist, but also remain interested in anything to do with this field of study. The very mention of the word Egyptology, and I’m still conjuring up treasure digs in my head.
For me, these two passions will always be connected, they have defined who I am; who knows, maybe one of these years I may be lucky enough to develop an ancient curse of my own, 🙂
Is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to? What does it say to you? Describe the experience. (Or, if art doesn’t speak to you, tell us why. Photographers, artists, poets: show us ART.
This is one of my all time favorite pieces, it’s called ” Catastrophe”, by George Rammell.
This piece just screams togetherness in the most bizarre way. It was created in 1976, his first large sculptural project after graduating from art school.
What makes this even sweeter is that George Rammell is a BC artist, I had the good fortune to take a weekend, rock carving workshop with him back in the eighties.
His work continues to inspire and intrigue me.