If I could be anyone, I would be Michelangelo or Jane Austen. Someone who could transform a slab of rock or a string of words into a work of art that draws the audience into a new world. I would add a singer to the list, but with my voice the audience would ask for a refund.
My siblings and I grew up with in a household that created and collected. My mom painted, collected antiques, gardened, and carved birds. My dad was a photographer, built trains and steam engines, and taught himself to play the guitar, banjo and fiddle. We were encouraged to create and collect. Two of my sisters paint, one owns an antique store, one quilts, one makes cards, one of my brothers is a photographer and I have been into photography since I got my first 126 camera in about 1970. I have boxes of slide, negatives and prints I am attempting to organize, including my dad’s negatives.
Photography appeals to me because, from an artistic viewpoint, I am a very literal person. Attempts at other media have not been so successful. I have tried drawing, painting, and pottery. I was so bad at pottery that I finally just gave my clay to another student and stopped going to class.
I am also a writer, though I haven’t produced much in the last few years. I completed two certificates in commercial fiction and have taken many writing courses. I also enjoy editing fiction and have completed several copy editing courses. Twice I was a finalist in the children’s category in a regional writing contest. I’ve completed a novel that gathers dust on the shelf; I toy with the idea of fixing what needs to be fixed and self-publishing. Maybe when I move into my post retirement phase I will.