Attending a
parochial preparatory school on the Upper East Side of Manhattan during my teenage
years probably wasn’t the best thing for me. But in a renewed effort to find
the positive in things, I’ll admit that I got a great education even if the school
wasn’t the right fit. Another advantage in spending so much time around 78th
Street was the exposure I had to art. The Frick, the Met, the Guggenheim and
the MoMA were all walking distance from my high school. Upon dismissal (or
let’s be honest, when I occasionally skipped out on gym class- sorry mom) I would
head over to one of the nearby museums. I loved art and there was a lot of it.
I’ve been
trying to increase Otis and Theo’s exposure to art and music. I have memories
of coloring and painting at a young age, and I began playing piano when I was
6…so I just a few months older than Otis is now. I don’t have many regrets in
life, but I wish I had stuck with piano, which ended when my teenage attitude
got in the way of practicing. I also wish I kept making art.
My high school art teacher encouraged me to pursue creative endeavors so I immersed myself in painting, sculpture and art history. I never thought I would make a career of it, but art was an outlet that gave me a lot of satisfaction, and quite frankly, a lot of joy.
I wasn’t the best artist in my school, but my teacher thought highly of my creative output and she encouraged me take the Advanced Placement Art during my senior year. I worked tirelessly on my portfolio and was happy with the final product. That is, until the grades came back and I scored a 1. In case you’re not familiar with AP scoring, that’s the bottom of the barrel.
Being an impressionable teenager, I found myself demoralized. I stopped painting and using clay completely. The work I had been so proud of, well, I thought it was awful after that score came in. But now at 38, armed with the benefit of self-confidence and perspective, I could kick myself for thinking such a thing. Why did I let an anonymous judge derail an activity that made me happy?
I’m so glad we got to see it…
Here’s to creative endeavors that enrich your life, being inspired and not letting silly numbers get in the way of the things you love. J
Enjoy your weekend,
Xo
Batya