Medium: Mixed Media
Booth #: LN18C
During my upbringing, the idea of becoming a career artist was not even on the list. In fact, the notion seemed to have been ignored by my friends, my teachers, and even my self. No one ever told me that artists aren't truly starving, but veritably, artists have adventurous, extraordinary, and fulfilling lifestyles. Furthermore, during those formative years, I never really nurtured that whispering, artistic part of myself out of a kind of fear, or devious ilk of resistance. Then, in my early twenties, I discovered the art-show world and the freedoms involved in it. That's when my little whisper became an evident roar!By my mid-twenties, I had experimented with a multitude of media, including photography, drawing, woodworking, metal-smithing, painting and other affairs--all with the intent of becoming a professional artist. After these wondrous, short-lived art-flings faded wayward, I felt like a talentless failure adrift in a sea of exhausted efforts. I wrote about my struggles in my journal, just as I have habitually done with any other matter in my life, since a very young age. My eyes widened with the irony when I realized that the answer had been right in front of me all along!I began following yet another passion and I taught myself yet another skill: bookbinding. Since 2005, I have continued to advance my abilities in this craft and, to my utter delight, I have come to understand that all this time "failing" with other media has actually enriched my life both as an artist and as a human being. After all, what is it to live if one does not wonder? And what is it to have wonders if one does not dare to live them?Presently, I am fueled by the thought that fascination drives us all; that journals are our bona fide tag-alongs on this excursion on life; and that my role as a bookbinder is inherently relevant due to our instinctual story-telling tendencies.