Didn't know what topic to put this under or even how to title it, but I just wanted to share something that's important to me but also makes me sad.
During lockdown there were lots of programs on TV about art. Grayson Perry's Art Club was fantastic, and there was Portrait Artist of The Year, Landscape Artist of the Year and Bob Ross. I loved all of these and I really wanted to do a real life art class, when we were able to meet in person again.
So I found an art class nearby, which was oil painting. I'd never done this before, and assumed it would be really difficult. I practiced a lot, found videos of excellent artists on Youtube, and became quite good at it , and a year after starting this, I've just had a portrait accepted at a local gallery!
However, this is really bittersweet for me because, when I was young, I LOVED art at school, I drew and painted all the time and all I wanted to do was be an artist. I took my art O' Level in 1981 and I failed it. It was so devastating to me to be told that the one thing I thought I was good at, I wasnt. My school even appealed it for me, but to no avail. and consequently couldn't go on to do Art A' Level. I was so crushed by this that I literally didn't do any art for 40 years, and I just took it up again as a way of dealing with stress and I vowed that all I would do in the class was to not judge myself, not compare myself to others and just learn.
The sadness is, when I watch artists on TV, I wonder, how good I could have been if that hadn't have happened, and if I'd had art training. It's hard to accept I'm actually good at it, and I am! I'm just bloody angry, as I squashed it for so many years and I've never had a career when I felt I was truly me. I don't want to sound self indulgent or self pitying, as I know many pp are dealing with much bigger things right now and I guess it's not too late, I just wanted to vent and express how I was feeling....