Sunday, August 9, 2009

1963 Revisited . . .

I have spent two days doing portraits. I haven't tried portraits since I took a class with Sternbergs at UK and he told me I
should ONLY work realistically . . . AND I should only do portraits. He also suggested I go to Europe to study because I would not learn what I needed in the U.S. He spent one whole afternoon talking with me and he was hardly social at all.

I argued with my Daddy all the way home from Summer School (1963) about REALLY studying art because Sternbergs said I was good, and Sternbergs was notorious for not being satisfied with anyone's work.
Dad said I needed to get a teaching degree first, THEN if I was still interested I could go study abroad.
I ran away from home the next March and got married on my brother's birthday. My brother may have forgotten that, but at the time he said he'd never forgive me. Somehow I'm sure Sternbergs, Daddy's decree, and running away were all related. How silly (now) are the things my life turned on.

YESTERDAY's teacher (Katie Burke) didn't say I could PAINT, necessarily, she said I could
really DRAW. She thought I got a likeness every time. I did not think so but was
awfully happy none-the-less.