Art Blog: Foreign Lands

“Everything happens for a reason!”
“Everything happens for a reason!”
“Everything happens for a reason!”
“Everything happens for a reason!”

“Everything happens for a reason!” This is my new mantra. At least, for now. I will admit this statement sounds pretty cliché. However, there is truth to it if you believe.

I had another light bulb moment today. I realized all through the years, I have always strived to keep myself in environments that are art friendly. I have always put myself in situations in which the people and environment were creative in some way. I think I have lasted this long as an art educator for this reason. I never wanted to teach art. However one thing lead to another and it just happened. I was hired. Every time I found myself in an art job, I was supported, loved, and appreciated. This is why I have done so well and thrived.

First, there was David Barr. He was my very first art professor. He believed in me and made it quite clear I would do well. Then, there was Betty Ruedisueli. She was the director of the Paint Creek Center of the Arts. She loved me and my energy. She stood behind me and prodded me on to success! Then, there was Carmen N’Namdi. She was the principal at the first school at which I taught. She taught me so, so, so much about kids and education, I didn’t need to go get an education degree. I had her wise advice that was far better than any college textbook. She too cheered me on.

I just have to mention my next mentor Mr. Tim Haley. He was my saint. He took me in under his wing when he didn’t need to do that at all. I didn’t even have a Florida teaching certificate when he interviewed me. I was an artist. That didn’t matter. He trusted me, my work, and my obvious love for kids with special needs. He has been a driving force in my art educator life. Last but certainly not least, was Ms. Voigt. She was so creative, loved art, and understood what I do and how I do it. She was always totally supportive. I miss this feeling.

Now when I look around, I find myself in a foreign land. I did not pick this situation. I was here and it found me. This is NOT art territory. I feel like I want to run as fast as I can away from this situation. It just doesn’t feel well and good at all. I have no art support system. I have no encouragement. I feel like it is huge game of tug-o-war. I have let go of the rope now. I am not going to pull at all. I am just standing here wondering what I should do.



Did you ever find yourself in a foreign land and not understand where you are or where you should go? It is such a feeling of being totally lost.