es160921 Commands from the grave:
Listen to the old and the child within
When I first opened my eyes to art, I was looking at a print. When I first started going to art school, I was looking at people much older than I was. Since printmaking was my first passion, and all my printmaking teachers were older, I since then surrounded myself with old artists.
If I didn’t have an old artist around, the next best thing was a book or a movie. In other words, I always looked to older people to be my guides. As I said, when I first opened my eyes to art I was looking at a print, which to me is important because without print I would never have experienced art. Everything that came to me in rural central Washington State had to come by way of reproductions.
The people, however, were next in opening my eyes to the art experience. They were older – much older. When I got my first job teaching art, my boss was twice my age. He was 52 and I was 25. He was my boss, but he was also my mentor. Not in the usual sense of the word, “mentor” because by his examples he taught me more about what not to do, not what I should do.