When I was a kid in first grade, art was my favorite class and Legos where my favorite toy. I loved playing and creating. However, it was a short-lived passion. I hated art for the next 9 years or so. I was a math guy. I liked to read but my favorite subject beside recess was math. So, how did I get into art? How did I decide to get my degree in art? What made me want to start a pottery business?
In elementary school you had to take art classes. I didn’t really enjoy it after first grade. The only thing I remember creating that I liked was drawing my Rebook basketball shoe in fifth grade. I didn't realize it at the time, but that assignment to draw my shoe was a set-up.
In sixth grade, we had to choose an elective class for seventh and eight grade and art was one of those options. None of them really interested me but to get into the art elective you had to try out by drawing a shoe. Aha! I knew I could do that, so I drew my shoe again and got in.
Once I got to high school, I was getting bored with art classes. I still didn’t like it. I was just doing it because I knew I would be good at it. My intro to art class my freshman year was awful. I wanted to quit. I was going to quit. My freshman year was going to be my last year doing art.
Somehow I was convinced to take one more art class my sophomore year. (I think my parents were involved in that). I decided to take Intro to 3D Art. I was hooked. From the moment my hands touched the clay, I felt I could begin to manipulate art the way I wanted. I loved using my hands, feeling the unlimited potential I could create with clay. You see pen, pencil, paint, chalk, they were all too distant for me. I needed to be in the art. I needed to wear the art, to use my hands to move and shape the things I desired.
My teacher, Mr. Holmes, saw this spark of flame and breathed passion into it. Holmes was by far the coolest teacher in school. He was laid back, let you do what you want, and helped you at each step of the way. Over the next three years, I found myself leaving other classes to go to the art room, staying after school to finish art projects. However, this passion could easily have ended when I graduated high school, but Holmes saw the potential in me, and said, “I don’t say this to everyone, but you, you could make it doing art. You have what it takes.”
It was those words, it was his belief in me that made me want to do this, that made me believe I can do this. The clay was already in me, flowed through my veins, but it was Holmes who breathed life into that passion, who gave me the assurance that I had what it took.