I have been spending some more time creating touch drawings and also painting a few that I had created previously. Since I had shared with you the touch drawing mandala a few days ago, I thought I'd share with you what it looks like today. Not sure if it is finished yet, but I think it is getting there.
It went from this....
This is the first time I've ever put any true effort into painting. That seems strange, given that I did gratuate with a bachelor's from an art school. While I was there though, I existed in the safe world of rulers, drafting tables, AutoCADD and plotting machines. It seems like a million years ago now, and truthfully, I am surprised I even did that. I wasn't the "artistic, strange child" in school, nor did I turn into the wildly individualistic artsy-fartsy type in high school - although I always admired and envied the type. I enjoyed art classes but no-one (definitely including myself) ever thought I'd ever try to make a career out of it. My family was hoping I would become a doctor while I secretly cherished dreams of being a biologist studying animal behavior somewhere in the African Savanna. (So it seems logical I am mental health counselor now, no?) Given that I had chosen the humanistic studies over what seemed waaaaaaaaaaaaay too excessive amounts of science, it seemed that both my family's and my plans for the future were not to be. I did play along though. I actually signed up for, and attended (what the hell was I thinking!?!?) the entrance exams to both Turku and Helsinki Universities' medical and biology departments. I actually even attended a prep course in Helsinki the summer right after high school graduation. I remember deciding after about the third chemistry class that roaming the streets of summer-time Helsinki and eating fresh cherries was going to prepare me for the exams just as well as sitting in that damn classroom, so I promptly skipped the rest of the prep course. At the entrance exam in Turku, I remember vaquely attempting to work on some of the pre-calc and physics questions. It might as well have been in Cantonese. It was, however, a multiple choice exam and they did not ask you to show your work. I actually fantasized for a while that maybe by sheer luck I would choose the correct answers and somehow make it in. Seriously, HOW did I think I was going to make it through 6 years of medical school!?!?! By faking it?!?! But denial and a desperate need to please make for a deadly combination.
After failing to get in, I still played along. My mother had arranged, through a friend of my grandmother's, for me to go to Sweden to work at a hospital, "just to see how I would like it". I worked in a home-like setting with Alzheimer's patients. I fed them, bathed them, changed their diapers, gave enemas, brushed their false teeth.... It was a little too much reality for me. The best thing to come out of the whole experience, outside of living in downtown Stockholm - *sigh* - , was the fact that I took up skydiving.
Anyway, how did I get here from painting my mandala this morning!?............. I'm so lost.
Oh, right, the art school thing. Well, after wiping dirty behinds for a time, I decided it was time to escape to Florida. My brother had studied here and I had visited a few times. I had also seen all the episodes of Miami Vice and liked it. So I applied in the same school my brother had attended. I picked interior design as a major because after dirty behinds pretty things seemed refreshing. (As I write this it is hitting me just how scary it is that for the past two years I have been a guidance counselor helping young people make career choices!!!!!) Well, I did not know that after two years, I'd have to transfer to another school. In fact, I did not know what the word "transfer" meant. I had to look it up. Fortunately for me, my interior design instructor thought that I just absolutely HAD to attend the Ringling School of Art and Design. So, I did.
Not that I've ever practiced interior design a day in my life since I graduated. I couldn't get the hang of acrylic nails and high heels. And yet, after $60,000 in student loans and another career change down the road, I walked out of that school the richest person in the world. It is there that I met my husband. But that is a whole other story for another time...
I just wanted to share the mandala with you. (!)