People ask me, "Who taught you how to paint, or draw?" I usually respond with "My dad".
I can remember at an early age having a drawer in my bed that was filled with my art supplies. I had a huge box of paper and an assortment of pencils and crayons in there.
I remember the day my dad brought the box of paper home from Sears where he worked. It was blank newsprint and it was large sized sheets. (Or else it just looked huge next to my little hands). He started in showing me how to use my ruler to make a horizon line and then we added a diamond shape in the middle. I spent the remainder of the evening drawing my rendition of the Sears department store! The side of the building at the Village Mall where the garage used to be. It was years later that I realized that what my dad had been trying to teach me was one point perspective!
I think that was the year that I asked for an easel for Christmas. It was big and red and came with a huge roll of paper, about 100 markers and a number of acyrlic paints. And thus it began! Who knew that 30 years later I would be accepting commissions from people!
Thanks dad for sparking the interest!
Just this past weekend I taught a group of 8 children how to draw 3 animals. We worked on a dog, a frog and a parrot. They entered the room with a flurry of "I can't do that!" when they saw my drawings on the wall. To which I promptly replied "I bet you can!" You know what? They all left happy with their drawings and asking when we are going to meet again to draw some more. It was a great experience, and yes we will be doing another class soon!