so what was next? i had just won first place in a major coloring contest , and let me tell you, as a kid, i was feeling pretty good.
I turned my attention to model building and the T.V. guide. model building become a lifelong hobby.always loved them always will. that was the other part of me, being creative. to take a bunch of parts and by following the directions i watched magic happened right before my eyes.step by glorious step a perfectly,or near perfect, model was formed.
I can just imagine how sculptors feel. Michelangelo once said,well as near and correct as the historians tell it, ” there is an angel in the marble waiting to be uncovered “.
my very first model kit was of the Apollo module landing. this is the early 70’s,and in the T.V. guide there was an ad for buying the kit for 10 cents. Wow i thought, i can get a nice detailed model for a whole dime! count me in!!!!!!
Sure enough i sent in my dime and a short while later,back in the day, it was the usual 3-4 weeks. that was the norm for pretty much anything you ordered by snail mail, HA.
i remember like it was yesterday that was a cool kit,very detailed.
along the way there was also another ad in the T.V. guide for a drawing contest to go to art school. did I enter?
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……”I can’t help you that would be cheating. You’re just going to have to finish it yourself.” those words still echo in my head that my brother told me. and even though he is not here now…thanks bro. well that’s exactly what i did. Now at the time i did not think of what the odds were back in the day< the early 70’s, when newspapers were the only hard source for info. so the paper had a wide distribution throughout Chicago. How many kids really did enter the contest?
It had to be an awful lot.there comes a time when the finer details of past life start to fade as age gets the better of us,so i cannot recall how long it took from the time i mailed my masterpiece till that fateful day i received word that i…..had one first prize!!!!!!!!
yes sir, i was the most happiest kid at that moment.
Can you imagine what that did for my artistic ego? or any kids?
well i can tell you i was feeling pretty proud !
I never did stop coloring through all my life. every one in awhile i just sit and color with my crayons. it really is fun.and brings me back to a better time.so it’s good therapy too,ha.
what was next? model building and t.v. guides.
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At one point in my endeavor to be all and win all, yes it was that tough. To a child at least, there was a lot at stake. I was never at a circus and my chance to go there was to say the least very high. And besides….I felt very comfortable in my coloring skills, I should be able to do this but…..I think I was about half way finished, then I hit my first creative block.
The colors were just not working out and I knew there had to be some kind of harmony, so I decided to ask around my family. By the time I reached my brother, he had gave me some advice….’if I help you that would be cheating, you have to do this yourself’.
And with that I forged ahead. Upon completion I sent my work of art in.
Now to tell you the truth, kids being kids, I went about my kid duties of school and having fun. So I forgot about the contest. until one day after school, I received a notice in the mail that I had won first place!!!!!! you can’t imagine the excitement I felt! And rightfully so, what child would not feel that way?
This was the start of my understanding my gift and what fun and excitement a person could have being an artist.
Then along comes another interest in art….
Yep, it all started with a box of crayons. Back in the day there were a variety of sizes . There was the 16 and the 48 count sizes. But the mother load of crayon quantity was the 64 count. That was ,to me like the holy grail. it had the two prized colors I like the most.
The gold and silver.
As a kid I thought those two crayons were worth their weight in, well, gold and silver.
Now that I come to think of it, I really did not use them either. They were just so cool to have.
But that’s ok, I still had 62 other colors to choose from. Those were glorious days. Remember how fun it was to sit and color? I used to have loads of fun, there was just something so special about the whole process of ‘creating’ a picture. I still find myself every once in a while getting out my crayons and coloring book to ‘create’ that special masterpiece. For after all as a kid that how I felt. I wasn’t just coloring in my coloring book , I was creating a masterpiece.
As I sit here and type this, a flood of good memories from those days of just coloring…… I wish the world would just sit and color in their coloring books…just for the day…be a kid, have some fun. Talk about world peace.
Anyway, back to coloring. Those were the days before I really started to be more self aware of my drawing abilities. One particular moment came when our local newspaper was sponsoring a coloring contest in their paper. A full size page to color !
First prize…..a pair of tickets to Ringling Bros. circus. The page to color was a circus scene. Now back in the day the newspaper was fairly large it might have even been a double page spread. All I knew was that I wanted to enter. Thinking back , I recall that it was a major task. I had to sweat it out. After all there was a lot on the line here.
At one point, I was stumped…..
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It has been awhile since my last entry. The nature of life and trying to balance the finer things in life, namely my art has kept me quite busy to say the least.
One of those life events is trying to get ready for my solo art show.
Which got me to thinking about how far I have come and where my talent and love for art came from. Thus the title for this post…….ORIGINS.
I have been told that I was always holding a pencil or some such, drawing and scribbling .
My ability to do what I do in art came from somewhere in my families past. No one in the immediate side of life is artistic. So it would have to be one of those ”it skips a generation ” kind of thing. I wish I knew. As far back as I can remember, at the age of 6or7 it all started with…….
A box of crayons.
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