I had 5 years of art in high school. I did that by refusing to take 4th year math & physics as a senior (I was going to be a Music major in college and figured I didn’t need it…. short sighted, but I really hated math….see below, I want to rant!). I took a 2nd period of art. I also have completely lost all my sketchbooks from those days.
Then I took some art during undergrad, though it was not a major or minor subject. I had dozens of large pages from a life drawing class. I have no idea what happened to them.
Today, I cleaned out a book shelf to make room for my sketchbooks of the past 1.5 years. I found a yellowed copy of a poetry magazine to which I’d contributed drawings. It was one of those feminist, self-published things done in colleges in the 1970’s. This is the best of the group. I surprise myself.
The date above my signature is 10-30-73. That’s 1973, folks! Yikes, 40 years ago!
More on my dislike of math….. I attribute it to the fact that I missed every, single recess of 4th grade in order to stay in and do math. I missed the math class in order to take Music and the teacher refused to have a study hall as she was instructed to do. I have no idea why I was so stubborn but I guess I really wanted to study Music at 9 years old. When our music teach learned of this, he made a fuss but not even the head of the school could make her change. So much for tenure. She ruined math for me. However, my music teacher, with whom I studied for 9 years, influenced the person I’ve become more than any person other than my parents.