My Way to Art
The way to art as a profession is rarely direct, unless your family has lived on it already. My parents haven't...
Everything seems to have a special reason, doesn't it?
After my A-levels (also in arts - should have made me think) I went into a job that I just knew from going on holiday - at the railway. Checking wagons, leading trains into the right direction or selling tickets, - nothing that I had dreamt of.
It didn't take long that I got bored although I still like being in stations and going by trains, probably because there is so much to see: people, skies, landscapes, cities, animals - everything that is worth a painting or more than one...
The next step had almost nothing to do with art except I learned how to deal with taxes and book keeping. Granted, that is something very handy and useful for artists.
However, art didn't still find the way into my mind as a profession. I just painted my first portraits with paints for pupils on bad paper, but that still didn't make me think.
So, I made my way to university to be teacher for German and English. The studies took much time and paper (but not for drawing or painting), but got me some language and teaching experience abroad in London. An artist without a look for international contacts?- No way, at least if your mother tongue is so exotic as German. Loving teaching is always useful, especially if you are an artist. I hoped I could be creative with the kids and I wanted to write short stories and poetry with them, but there was no time. Besides, there masses of rules by the ministry that were almost as old as I was. So, I quit this carrier from one moment to the other.
At the same day I took over the brushes and paint board my husband was using. Now I was thinking... First I was just playing with the paints, but suddenly I saw a white figure in the middle of reds and greens that rose its hands to a white ray. As a logically thinking human I didn't see at once that I painted my release. The painting was not an artwork, but I kept the photo.
However, I can say from then on I've been listening to my heart... making art..
Everything seems to have a special reason, doesn't it?
After my A-levels (also in arts - should have made me think) I went into a job that I just knew from going on holiday - at the railway. Checking wagons, leading trains into the right direction or selling tickets, - nothing that I had dreamt of.
It didn't take long that I got bored although I still like being in stations and going by trains, probably because there is so much to see: people, skies, landscapes, cities, animals - everything that is worth a painting or more than one...
The next step had almost nothing to do with art except I learned how to deal with taxes and book keeping. Granted, that is something very handy and useful for artists.
However, art didn't still find the way into my mind as a profession. I just painted my first portraits with paints for pupils on bad paper, but that still didn't make me think.
So, I made my way to university to be teacher for German and English. The studies took much time and paper (but not for drawing or painting), but got me some language and teaching experience abroad in London. An artist without a look for international contacts?- No way, at least if your mother tongue is so exotic as German. Loving teaching is always useful, especially if you are an artist. I hoped I could be creative with the kids and I wanted to write short stories and poetry with them, but there was no time. Besides, there masses of rules by the ministry that were almost as old as I was. So, I quit this carrier from one moment to the other.
At the same day I took over the brushes and paint board my husband was using. Now I was thinking... First I was just playing with the paints, but suddenly I saw a white figure in the middle of reds and greens that rose its hands to a white ray. As a logically thinking human I didn't see at once that I painted my release. The painting was not an artwork, but I kept the photo.
However, I can say from then on I've been listening to my heart... making art..
