In my early life, my Art Degree was a disappointment. I was a struggling Artist. At every turn I was unable to utilize all the skills and knowledge gained. Proving myself was was more about how I looked and who was recommending me. A Stranger on the scene, on the make with very limited social skills. Chip on my shoulder with over the top confidence got in the way often.My ambitions was weighing me down because it was not happening fast enough. My belief then, if I was going to be an Artist, I have to get busy being one, now. I have to get busy producing Art, now.After committing two years of sequestering myself to painting. The self imposed demand that my works earn me a living was the next hurdle. To get any rewards or recognition for my work I had to face my dilemma. Overcoming being an introvert. I was living in the Golden State, where I wanted to be. Came here after high school seeking a new frontier. All the resources at my disposal.I was at the River banks of the money flow, couldnt get a cup, to get a scoop. Couldnt even get wet. Get the drift? I Love the metaphor of the River of Money. My Dad used it to give me a life lesson on getting hold of money. I was already grown at fifteen and full of myself, didn’t get it. My concern with possessing money was already eroded, because of the lack of it in my Mother’s world, as a boy. I loss the taste for it. I was already transformed into the idealist, the activist, having found Art.
bernardhoyes 