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HOW DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TWENTY YEARS?


While patiently waiting to deliver some of my precious blood at the hospital lab, I noticed a youngish woman watching me for a sign of recognition.  She soon came and sat beside me and asked if I were me, to which I replied that I thought I was.  She had been a student of mine about twenty years ago, so we caught up on the intervening years.

I remembered her as an eager 19 year old who had great dreams of becoming a sculptor.  She had willingly taken on all the dirty jobs in the studio, and frequently stayed behind to work on her project.

She said she rememered my asking the class “How do you see yourself in twenty years?” and had thought without a doubt that her dreams would be a reality by then.  I remembered the question , and the various interesting answers it  produced, including my own answer.  For one thing, it gave an indication of just how serious the student might be.  Were they simply taking the art class for a credit, were they fortunate housewives taking an art course between their early morning tennis game and lunch, or was this the year there were some people who actually wanted this to be their life work?

Would they be willing to tackle the business side of art?  Did they expect to make a lot of money at this job?  Because art is a job just like anything else.  You may make nothing, and will obviously have to have another source of income.  At least enough to put food on the table.  The romantic fallacy is being able to live in solitary splendor just being creative.  You have to be a salesman and convince a gallery that they need what you have to offer.  You have to be willing to take on two or more jobs at the same time.

Seeing her there with two small boys sitting quietly beside her, I asked “So are you still doing your art?”  She shook her head and smiled at her two sons.  “No, I’ve not had the time yet.  Maybe someday.”

It definitely can be done and still have a family,  but it takes real dedication, and a sense of humor to make up for the time you absolutely do not have the time.  A wise woman told me after I said I couldn’t find the time for something: “You will never find time.  You have to take it.”

Seeing my cane and my sling, I was definitely not at my best that day, and she inevitably asked “What about you?”

Well,  I never became famous, I never made a ton of money, and sculpture destroyed my shoulder, jogging destroyed my leg, and I’m twenty years older.  But you know, it’s was a great trade-off.  I have a wonderful husband and family, I can no longer handle 50# of clay at a time, but I plan to finish all the half-finished canvases and begin new paintings, and I still have a sense of humor.

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10 comments on “HOW DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TWENTY YEARS?

  1. We
    say that after 20 years + of your labor of love you are:
    “Polished.”
    pol·ished/ˈpäliSHt/
    Adjective:
    1.Shiny due to being rubbed.
    2.Accomplished and skillful.
    3. to render finished, refined, or elegant:

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  2. I feel close to matt2lisha on this even tough I have never seen you in the flesh..
    As for how I see myself at 101, I will tell you if I get there, of course.

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  3. This post is a fine lesson in many ways.

    I always recoil when someone excuses themselves with the words, “I haven’t got the time. It is always a matter, instead, of inclination or lack of freedom to do something.

    I am reminded of the old adage: If you want something done, give it to a busy person.

    When you are busy, though, you haven’t the time to think how old you are!

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