My earliest art experience that I recall was in the 2nd grade when an artist came to our class and what stood out for me was when he drew some lines on the blackboard and said it was a cube and then pointed to the lines to show how it was a representation of a three dimensional square or a box and then all of the sudden I ‘got it’ it turned into three dimensions like magic.
I find these stories so moving, Cecil, and I'm not totally sure why. I think it may have to do with the notion that our lives may go in any number of different directions, and for the most part we don't recall what sets us on the paths we take. But you can put your finger on individual moments that led you on. Superficially, the moments do not seem dramatic, and yet you were deeply touched. Seems wondrous.
I glanced at an article from the Art News online magazine I receive every day about some exhibit where one lets the gallery/museum people know which art gives them chills. It reminds me of your essay about how specific art captured your attention and early influences. I remember going on a field trip with a highschool class and was deeply moved by the sculptures/assemblages of Edward Kienholz. There was this one piece I was drawn to and as a class, we were supposed to sketch one piece of any art we liked and I picked this one piece. Many years later as I was going through one of my old art sketch books, I came across this drawing I made. I was blown away as I was living in Houston, married then, and had met Edward and his wife, Nancy and realized that I was still in love with his work from all those years ago and was inspired by it. I cried when I first saw a Georgia Okeeffe painting in person as I was/am so moved by her paintings.
I find these stories so moving, Cecil, and I'm not totally sure why. I think it may have to do with the notion that our lives may go in any number of different directions, and for the most part we don't recall what sets us on the paths we take. But you can put your finger on individual moments that led you on. Superficially, the moments do not seem dramatic, and yet you were deeply touched. Seems wondrous.
I glanced at an article from the Art News online magazine I receive every day about some exhibit where one lets the gallery/museum people know which art gives them chills. It reminds me of your essay about how specific art captured your attention and early influences. I remember going on a field trip with a highschool class and was deeply moved by the sculptures/assemblages of Edward Kienholz. There was this one piece I was drawn to and as a class, we were supposed to sketch one piece of any art we liked and I picked this one piece. Many years later as I was going through one of my old art sketch books, I came across this drawing I made. I was blown away as I was living in Houston, married then, and had met Edward and his wife, Nancy and realized that I was still in love with his work from all those years ago and was inspired by it. I cried when I first saw a Georgia Okeeffe painting in person as I was/am so moved by her paintings.