As long as I can remember, I wanted to go to art school. The option was strictly forbidden for me, strange when I consider that my mother, an excellent oil painter, took lessons from Group of Seven artist, Arthur Lismer. But the concern, I believe, was connected to the fear that many first generation Canadians carry—a new life in Canada meant the opportunity to pursue an education, not live the Bohemian life of a starving artist. Painting might interfere.
So I painted, in secret, even as an adult. Only after many years did my mom even know that I was quietly practicing watercolour (purposely avoiding her medium). Many years after her death (and after almost 25 years of practicing!) I took my first art course … so much fun.
The next step, an art show. So here goes. From October 3 to November 8, I have 3 paintings on display in the beautiful women’s club, Verity. Selecting my three was the first hurdle, and then getting them framed (more a financial hurdle!) Many thanks to great advice and framing expertise from Canadian artist, Janine Marson, at North Art Supplies in Huntsville, Ontario. Very adept curators from the Verity Art Collective decided where the work of the 14 exhibiting artists would hang (so glad I had nothing to do with that challenge).
I make my living as a writer, not a painter so I figured it would be stress-free for me (mistake – it is very stressful to see your work on the wall! I’ve since referred to the experience as “streaking in public.) But I’m getting used to the idea after a successful opening night. There is even a “red spot” on one, meaning it has sold.
And yes, I’m bursting with pride (and wish my mother was around to attend the opening!)