SharonIllumined

So, with all that's going on, plus my complete loss of enjoyment in art, I am "retiring" from it for the time being. Maybe one day in the far future when the kid is grown and the husband gets out of my way and stops discouraging me at every turn, and when my health, both mental and physical, is a little better, I will revisit my old soulmate art and attempt to rekindle the flame. For now: I'm selling my artwork originals and some fine art supplies kits (oil paint kit including my full supply of brushes and half used bottle of linseed; chalk and oil pastels, a huge array; Derwent and Prismacolor pencils; etc). These will all be listed on Etsy

  At only 11 I began my first apprenticeship. She was my middle school art teacher. My files were fresh from the previous school, in another state, and all the teachers had seen them already: PTSD, behavioral problems, issues with authority, "highly intelligent, refuses to cooperate with school work", a long history of health problems. She saw me wandering in the library often, or reading at my desk during lunch with nowhere to go, and she decided to mentor me.  She fed my interest in art, and grew it into passion. She gave me guidance and extra assignments when needed. She started a lunch-time group just for me, to foster my love for art a