While growing up, I had always been surrounded with some form of art. Now that I'm half of a century old, I find myself looking back at the memory's of my childhood. In this memory I'm around four years of age in the late nineteen - sixties watching my father paint an oil of a Spanish lady dancer.
I sat for hours watching him prefect his hobby while my mother prepared our dinner each evening. My mother was our family photographer. She would dress my little sister and I up in our Sunday's best, then out came the ole black and white 35mm that she had for several years until it was damaged in the house fire. Now to this very day, I visit my parents and I take great pleasure watching my father paint his heart out while my mother is still doing her own creating in the kitchen, no longer taking the picture that she use to.
Like my father, everywhere I look I see art. I look in the sky on the ground and in even in an expression of a child's face, there it is, art!
To this day, I realize that I'm still surrounded with friends, family and co-workers that have a love for the arts of some form. My job is usually a studio photographer, but my hobby is also a photographer, taking photos of almost any and everything!
The artist is really starting to surface with all three of my grown children. The oldest is growing into her photography skills with an awesome eye of objects that I would of never thought to become such wonderful art. The second child is designing graphic's and with her creations she enters them into contest and winning! Writing poems and drawing beautiful chalk art is where it is at for the youngest to share on her social networking sites.
Then I find this community at Dreamstime! Once again I am surrounding myself with artist of all type of skill levels! In a sense, it kind of feels like I'm with family of like minded people from all over, like my childhood. We live, we learn and we offer support. I am thankful.
Photo credits: Lelabaggett.
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