How I got started doing art

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Below is a true story. I'm really not sure what category this should fit into.

Submitted: January 28, 2018

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  When I was about 3 years old, my parents use to go hang out at a local bar with some friends every weekend (or so). The bar was just down the street and was called "Kirk's Moose head Lodge". It was named this because of a big stuff moose head that hung above the bar. Being 3, I was fascinated by it because (up to that time) I had never seen one that close, much less anything that big in my life. To give me something to do to occupy my time while they "partied" with their friends, my parents would bring along a sketch pad or writing tablet and some pencils and I would draw that ol' moose head from all over the room. And after a time I actually got a little better and had more control. Mine is (it seems) a natural talent, but practice makes perfect, so after weeks and months of going to this place, and drawing this moose head, I eventually got pretty good. (I eventually got tired of the moose head and moved onto other things there at the bar, like the tables, and the jukebox, an such). But I remember being about 4 or so, and having a bunch of other kids there (because my parents weren't the only ones who brought their kids), standing around my table watching me as I drew. I remember their interest and questions and such. I loved the attention I got from the kids and doing the art. (Quite honestly, I felt special). And I remember one kid asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I proclaimed right there and then (at age 4) that I was gonna be an artist, and I've been one ever since.


  Of course, it's never been about the "attention" that I create today, it has always been about the artistic journey. To me, the very act of creating is the most important thing. Not the outcome. In every piece that I create (at least those that aren't strictly commissioned works) I'm always trying to push myself as an artist in some area. Sometimes when I am inspired I simply must create! I have no choice in the matter. Sometimes it's because I want to expand on an idea or concept. Sometimes a funny thought pops into my head. What ever the reason behind the art, it is the art itself, not the outcome or what kind of approval it will get, that carries it and me through the artistic journey. And honestly, most of my stuff is for my own personal enjoyment anyways. Most of it is symbolic, and a lot of people don't always get it.

  That's okay. 


  If any one cares, all they have to do is ask, and I'll explain about anything that I've done. Or anything about myself. I'm very accessible and easy to approach and like talking to people about a variety of things. But I digress. The point is, is that the art is for the art's sake alone. Not for any "attention" that it gets. I hope people like my work and that it stands on it's own. I hope also that they like me. But if they don't, I can't change their opinion on either one of these counts. The artwork, like myself, is what it is. 


  It is the journey, not the destination... 

 

Note: The photo I used for the display to this particular little story / essay is actually one of my paintings.  Below is a link to a page I have on Deviant art if you are interested in seeing it up close as well as other paintings, drawings and such. I'd love for you to check them out as well and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. 

 

https://painter1980.deviantart.com/

 

Oh and I do have one video of me playing two original songs that I wrote on the keyboard also. 

 

http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/12179945

 


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