High school thoughts...

Besides little tidbits and anecdotes from my childhood that show how I was formed as a person, this blog is about my life as a whole and what I do.

But, here's more from memory lane.

When I was finishing up high school and contemplating what my life career would be, I actually made a conscious choice not to focus on art as a way to make my living.

My concept was--I wanted freedom to do my art the way I felt inspired at the time. I did not want to be tied to performance pressure and deadlines. Back then, I thought it would be hard to make money as a painter; and interior design and the clothing industry seemed rife with pressures.

In addition, the ideal in my mind was to not work a 9 to 5 schedule. (Remember I was growing up in the 70's.) I have always valued self-direction and autonomy when it comes to time.

Ironically, as a self-employed marriage and family therapist, I now do have just the schedule I like to keep (more like afternoon-evening hours), and feel very free indeed!

And now (in my golden years!), I am re-opening the art box, and am very thrilled to be sharing my paintings with the world!

(Go to www.sherylbrownart.blogspot.com to see some of my paintings.)

The TV got autographed!

Shortly before or after this naming of myself as an artist at the tender age of six years old, I decided to practise my fledging printing skills. I somehow found something sharp enough (just a pen maybe?) to etch my name on the front of the TV console! (My mother was most decidedly not thrilled!)

I think I left out the "r" and put "Sheyl," but I believe I remembered the capital "S!"

(My aunt or cousins might be able to help out on that detail, as the TV ended up being in their home for a few years!)

Well, if you're going to be an artist, I guess it helps to know how to sign your name--that is if you want people to be able to recognize your work!

An Artist is Born

Here's a blog to chronicle my life and autobiographical material that may just come together some day as a BOOK!

Since I was a very small child, I saw myself as an artist, possibly one of my first self concepts.

The exact moment I named myself as an artist was while perusing a sketch I had done for grade one (that's what we call first grade in Canuck-land, where I was born). The drawing was of a fire, and I thought to myself, that looks like a real fire, I'm an artist!

And that was the beginning of many things to come....