YOUR BLOG IS NOT WORKING AND YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE STARTED IT.
I don’t know what other bloggers do or think but I am working with a ADHD mind that drifts a lot. Also my ADHD mind started to change my theme and I finally got it back to a sane appearance. That being said I am ready to post today.
I want to talk about how I told my story to the Executive Director of the National Association of Women Artists. This is a 127 year art organization for women artists who have always been shunned in the art world.
I told the story of how art saved me as a child growing up with mentally ill caretakers. I als was sexually abused for a year when I was 5 by a neighbor. I never was taught how to live and I raised myself. But I escaped into my room for hours drawing and playing Barbra Streisand records. When I say hours I mean 6-7 hours. I also played hookey from school hiding in the attic drawing. I was famous in my room. I was interviewed by Johnny Carson in my room. I designed beautiful clothes for myself. I always knew my family was crazy and I would never be the nasty people they were. My house was the Adams Family house. Except the Adams family were a nice family.
Susan, the director, listened and after telling my story she looked in my eyes and said, “I am going to do something for you that I have only done twice since I have been director here. I am offering you a free membership to NAWA so I can help you and promote you. “
She finished by saying I was a good person and my story is powerful enough to help a lot of people.
And I will be giving a workshop at NAWA May 10th showing how iPad art apps are a powerful artists tool.
The following pictures are from the days of 1966-1970 living in the house.