In 1988, after an engineering career that spanned almost 10 years, I
decided to pursue an Art, Which I had yearned for ever since I received my
first box of Crayolas. My parents had always insisted my education be
concentrated in Math and Science. No music, No Art. After such a long
wait, I was like sponge in those basic undergraduate classes. I had an
Immense terrain that my cerebral wanderlust relished exploring.
The initial studies in Art were discernable/learnable. What proves to
be (even now) most challenging is the aspect of a life in Art that inspires,
fascinates, motivates, questions and ultimately results in one's
work/product. I find it difficult, but necessary to embrace random
intuitiveness in order to develop a creative gesture. This rich intuition
lingers and skirts the porifery of my consciousness. Any attempt at
self-awareness tends to smother it. It is a constant peek-a-boo game.
I am compelled by the desire to substantiate visions, sensations,
queries, dreams.....but, the tools and elements of choice were predicated
by my Art schooling. Eventually there was a realization that the choices
were uncomfortable and cumbersome to the flow, ease and spontaneity of
more attuned to my personal sensibilities. It is an "old patina", familiar,
appreciate independently. Quilting, Coifing, Sweeping, Stirring, Crocheting,
Knitting, Gardening, Sewing, Cooking, Ironing, etc., were learned early in
my life along with the Math and Science. These are all now part of the
main focus of my Art exploration.