The Teachers Behind us...

I found out today that my very first college art professor from Maine is dying of cancer. I don't know any more about it, but this huge shadow of sadness has overwhelmed me. I have not seen him for a few years, but he had such a huge impact on my life as an artist I just feel.. oh, I don't know what to feel. I wanted to share with you all, my art sisters from Concordia, because I thought you would, most of all, understand. I can look back and see how each art teacher has shape me, pushed me almost, into the artist I am today. I took his class as a freshman because I was required to and I left at the end of the semester an artist. I learned all of the basics from this professor and a ton about myself. Once I passed in an assigned drawing (my second year there) and he took one look at it said for me to do it again. I protested saying it would be late and yada, but he looked at me and said, "I know you can do better." Those words have echoed in my head many times when working on a project or a painting and it has helped me push myself to a higher standard. I hope he knows how much of an impact he had on me and students like myself.

Another professor at the university is hosting a silent auction and several of us are donating pieces. I just feel like this doesn't even come close to expressing how much I have appreciated this professor.

Anyhow, thanks for reading.