I thought it would be fun to reminisce today- it's gonna get a little photo heavy. I have been creative my entire life. One of my first creative memories is from early childhood. I was about 5. I went with my mom to the grocery store and I came home with a brand new turquoise Mead spiral and a fresh pack of Crayola markers. I proceeded to lay in the living room and scribble on every single page while watching Pete and Pete.
In junior high and high school I took all the art classes that were offered. Drawing, painting, ceramics, crafts, you name it. When it was time for college, it seemed like a no-brainer that I would continue doing art. I decided that an art major probably wasn't going to get me very far in life job-wise, so I majored in psychology and minored in art. I was really interested in becoming an art therapist, so this combination would be beneficial for grad school and a career as well as provide some fun!
I absolutely loved being an art minor. It was so fun. It was a lot of work too, though. Studio art classes are typically much longer than a regular class, so you get 3 credits for the course when you actually spend at least 6 hours/week in the studio and then another several hours working during non-class hours. There were days when I didn't want to draw for 3 hours in an icy cold studio, but I look back now with only positive memories and remember all the fun I had and all the really cool people I took class with.
Here are some #tbt photos from my college art days.
Well, that was a fun walk down memory lane! I totally want to go hang out in the studio after that. Studio art classes were my favorite because the classes typically had 8-12 students so we all got to know each other pretty well. One of my favorite memories from that time is from my sculpture class. In college, I baked cookies and cakes and whatnot all of the time. I called it procrastibaking- I baked as a way to procrastinate studying for exams. One fall semester, I found this amazing pumpkin bread recipe and I baked a loaf for my sculpture class. We put the bread on the table and all stared longingly at it, just waiting for a break so we could have a snack. We drove David, the prof, crazy- "Daviiiiid, can we have pumpkin bread now?" "David, I'm hungry!" "David, PLEASE can we take a pumpkin bread break?" On and on. We sounded like 5 year olds. Finally, David snapped and was like, "OMG YES FOR 5 MINUTES YOU CAN STOP AND EAT PUMPKIN BREAD AND THEN GET STRAIGHT BACK TO WORK". He wasn't mean at all, but we totally annoyed him that day bwahahahaha!