Decisions

Last week we explored the first inkling of a love for art. Have you figured out what yours was? If you have, would love to hear about it.
One decision in my life has always brought me to a point where I wonder if I should have taken the other turn at the fork in the road.
During high school, the art room was one of my favorite places to hang out. Our teacher had an open mind about art and no one had to fit into a box. She accepted whatever form of art spoke to you and helped you on the path to exploring it. I think of her often and a smile comes to my heart.
I loved "playing" with oil paints and could get lost in my painting often being surprised when the bell rang which was a signal to move to the next class. Oh how I wanted to just stay there and paint the day away. I remember one painting I completed and when it was done, my art teacher said it was "meltidelicious." Now, I am sure that Webster never heard of that word (mores the pity) but to me that was the greatest complement. With pride, I gave that painting to my parents, only to find out later that they had sold it. Mores the pity again!!
Which leads me to the decision I did make that often leaves me wondering if it
was the right one. After starting college, I realized that this type of education was not for me; but not really being prepared for the work world I then found myself in, I knew I needed some sort of further education. Throughout high school I never took any "practical" classes, just classes to further myself for college, and back in the 60's the "jobs" for women consisted largely of either factory work or secretarial work. So, enrolling in Prospect Hall (which was a secretarial school for young ladies) when Layton School of Art was right across the street, seemed like the best solution. Prospect Hall was a refined school that taught proper workplace dress, attitude and manners, along with typing, Gregg shorthand, filing, etc. When I think of that, I can't help but think that a lot of youth could benefit from those classes in this present time.
Looking back, I can't help but wonder how my life would have been different had I enrolled in Layton School of Art instead of the one I did choose. Do you have one of those moments? Do you wonder about decisions made?
On the other hand, looking back, If I had made that decision, I probably wouldn't have what I have now. My greatest treasure in life is being called Mom by three wonderful children and there is nothing I would change about that, so perhaps, rather than wonder if I made the right decision, I should be thankful that indeed I did make the right one.
Do you have some questions about decisions you have made?


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Lyndson
contributing Artist
Seranya Studios Art Boutique