My Kind of Art - Blog 6

One class in school I could never succeed; no matter how hard I tried or how many books I studied.

I sat at my desk with little inspiration and stared at blank papers in creative desperation.

My portraits were deformed, and my sculptures were too. My painting and drawings looked as if I were two. 

Many years later, it finally dawned that creativity is much more than what can be taught between walls. 

I don't paint with oils. I don't sculpt with clay. You won't find my work in a museum on display. 

Nature is my muse and soil is my canvas. It's my favorite kind of art to work in these circumstances. 

Seeds are my palette and overalls are my smock. Each stroke of the brush takes meticulous thought. 

That old tiny classroom must have been the start. The beginning of a long journey to finally find my kind of art.