“I want to be a writer.” I watched my teacher laugh when I uttered those words and it didn’t kill my spirit or make me determined to show her… I remember thinking, how sad it is that you’re old and bitter and no longer dare to dream.
I am probably older now than she was then and I feel like I’m at the beginning.
Having a good story is not the same as being a good writer and I have learned much with such a long way to go.
I asked Paul Fournier if he would look at my paintings. He said after looking at 4 little canvases, ” I can’t tell you what you have, however you have what it takes to be great. ”
I’m pretty sure he didn’t believe what he said, but how generous is that!? He gave me a piece of advice I’ll not forget. ” Don’t be afraid to use paint. ”
- I rented a studio, bought thousands of dollars of paint supplies and painted for years, lathering up those canvases with colour.
Paul showed up at the studio and suggested I do a show…
My God I was nervous… I thought people would laugh…