As a child I learned to color where there were no lines . Later , I learned to make my own lines and drawings . It was always considered just “ child ’ s play ”. But I continue that child ’ s play today , making figures not always constrained by proportion and lines , painting shapes and colors , but also drawing hands and feet , faces and poses . All my life I have loved to study the faces and postures of people I pass . They are all so different one from another . Formality in artistic expression did not come into my life until high school when I enrolled in a semester of art . There we did pencil portraits of our classmates for a little volume about our school . It was the era of abstract expressionism and I found my doodles carried me into another world of expressing emotion and feeling . A linoleum block print from those doodles was entered into a very large art competition and won the grand prize and the division prize . This gift was my ticket to college and more means of interpretation and experiencing new depths in the world around me through new environments of Interpretive Dance , Art , Painting , and Drawing . What a wonder it was . I relished every moment of it .
Those days did not last , nor did the scholarships . Life took a different turn . I went wherever there was more education at a price my pocket would allow . Nursing offered such in the diploma era of its educational process . So I became a nurse and the extent of actual art was to make posters for the dances . But life grew . And I grew with it . I was hungry for learning and being able to create as an adult . Gradually , I filled my desire for more art through occasional college courses , workshops , reading , museums and looking at those clouds . They still fascinate me as does the continuing changes throughout my life as I look at people and events that surround me .