Mar 29, 2010
Miss Newson was my second grade teacher, and I adored her. She had a cool silver streak in her hair, and she was always so kind to me. I remember one day I was coloring a picture with a ship in it. She asked me if I wanted to be part of a program for kids who wanted to learn more about art. I enthusiastically said yes, and for the next six years I was regularly pulled out of my classroom to participate in art classes taught by specialists in the Portland area. I took courses in weaving, still life drawing, and even clay animation.
My artistic abilities and passions grew in those formative years. Because of these experiences and teachers like Miss Newson, I became a public school teacher myself. So, this picture is more than a walk down memory lane. In a way, it represents the start of my journey as an artist.