When I was 14, I was offered a trip to study for the summer in Paris through Oregon State University. My mother was proud; my father said, "You’re gonna work."
I stopped doing art. I played rock and roll, spent ten years in the military, traveled all over the world, but never filled the void. When I turned 36, I started back to school, got a degree in anthropology, then at 40 I began a drawing class at the University of Oregon. My teacher told me I should be studying art.
I am now 65, have had three museum shows, experimented with printmaking and painting, have a beautiful studio above the house, am happily married, and spend most of my time in studio. Life is good.