painter

i studied drawing and painting in high school and college. 

when i was a middle schooler i decided i wanted to be a psychologist, by 10th grade or so i thought perhaps i'd be a clothing designer.  and then my last 2 years in high school all i wanted to do was be an artist.  going to summer school at the museum school in boston was a watershed experience for me.  it was like before that i felt like a stranger in a strange land and then i realized where i belonged. 

anyway, that was a long time ago.  and life is a mysterious and unpredictable ride.  but yesterday i was cleaning my studio and found this work from a summer maybe 5-7 years ago.  there are things i like about it and things i don't.  but it brings back old feelings.  kind of like how you can forget about an old crush when he's not around but then when you see him you get that same knot in your stomach.

i remember this particular experience i had when i was a young adult.  i was looking through old photographs and came upon one of me when i was about eleven.  i was standing under a tree in the backyard of our house.  my face was partially obscured by leaves and shadow.  and i remember thinking, that's me.  i almost remembered what it was really like to be in that body.  to be the 11 year old me.