Over the years a lot of people have asked me what art school I did.
Well, I didn’t. I’m self-taught.
At high school I was a kind of self-chosen loner because of the cranky circumstances at home. Saving some distance between me and my school mates seemed to be a good idea to me. But social pressure is a big thing when you are young, so … cause and effect; I didn’t like school. I wanted to get out of it as soon as I was allowed.
Beside that, I didn’t get much direction from my parents. They had other things to deal with. Choosing for a further study never popped into my mind. University was meant for people of a whole other species. Another planet. It didn’t cross my mind.
So, after highschool I immediately started to work. Jobs like dish washer in a restaurant, cleaner in a hospital and worker at an assembly line in a cosmetics factory.
I ended up as the assistant in an accountant office. For me it was a kind of real and serious job for grown-ups.
But when I was 26 I slowly started to fall asleep on my desk every afternoon. I didn’t hate my job, but it wasn’t very challenging too. It was time to get serious about what I wanted with my life.
I knew I was creative. People said. But I thought it was something belonging to every ones’ childhood. Most children liked drawing, painting and playing with clay, isn’t it? I never considered my creativity taking to a serious level. For some reason playing with pencils and crayons on that age felt like cheating. Like refusing to take your responsibilities as an adult. Artists -just like university students- were another species too. Not my world.
Anyway … I still was falling asleep every afternoon, I knew I had to make a decision soon. This couldn’t go on for the rest of my life. So, encouraged by my boyfriend I quit my job and I started to paint. From the library I got some books about the techniques of oil painting and my inspirations came from the galleries I started to visit.
This was my very first oil painting, 25 years ago.