my first mentor
Well, maybe, unofficially (or officially), my second?
I've been extremely fortunate to have mentors.
My mother-in-law was my first. After she saw my first painting (that I completed at my dining room table with a tiny set of oil paints and one brush), she bought me my first easel, paints and brushes. I probably never would have opened it all up either unless she hadn't been there and got me started. I had one day with her in her studio and, from that day forward, I never stopped painting.
Once I had created a significant body of work and I had a few small exhibits, my confidence grew and I started to reach out to other artists I admired.
Carol Hagan was one of those artists. She was such a source of encouragement for me! To this day, I have never met her in person. All of our correspondence was via email. But she was so generous with her time, feedback and support. There was a time when we were represented in galleries that were just blocks a part from each other. She would visit my work and I would visit hers. I hold a special place in my heart for her work and her generous spirit.
This image is from a recent exhibit I saw on a quick trip to Montana last summer. I left a personal note in the guest book.