My eldest daughter is in art school now, studying photography. We take walks along the same street today as we did when she was younger, but now we discuss creativity and the path of the artist. I wonder if she will always think of herself as a photographer? She started young, but she could change.
Like her, I started in the world of my imagination, but then, somehow, became captivated by the camera. It seemed to offer a doorway into illustrating my ideas. In my youth, I walked around with a camera, too. My best friend down the street was making little films with a Super 8. She has an academy award now.
I couldn’t stay as focused on one thing. As a kid, I vacillated between drawing, photography, poetry and sculpture. I ended up in commercial art, but always kept a foot in fine art, too. Left commercial art to focus more on my art, then started a small production house that does commercial art. But I’m also doing films. And still doing photography. Sometimes poetry.
Becoming okay with being a polymath has been a process. It came naturally. Then it didn’t. Then it did again.
