Life is crazy. You never know what you will become or what path you will have.
.... But when I was a little girl, I had great aspirations.
...to list the things I wanted to be.
These were only dreams of course.
I wanted to be a world renown photographer. I wanted to explore the world and capture moments. Glimpses that could be captured in one second to last a life time of memories. I could look back on them and say, I was there. I wanted to work for National Geographic. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to have stories to tell my kids and great grand kids of all the wonders that I have seen. I wanted to share them all with the world. I wanted to capture the beauty that is around us all, that sometimes we don't take the time to look at. I still want to do this. I guess it has always been my passion. What is inside of me. I have this urge that just wants to get out and shine. I want to take pics of the strange things. Pictures that are from weird angles and sometimes people will look at you and say, why? And I will tell them why. Beauty is everywhere.
I wanted to be a world traveler. This goes along with being a photographer. I want to meet people from everywhere. I want to go to places were I have my ancestry and much more. I love to be encompassed in culture. If there was nothing to stop me, I would take off now. Scotland, Ireland, Sweden, Holland, Italy, France, Germany, Australia....just to name a few. The world could be my oyster. Only if...right?
Then there is a storm chaser. I was that girl who stood out on the porch in storms, lightening and all. My mom had to drag me in sometimes. I always wanted to get a closer look. If only for a little bit longer. I still get captivated by lighting storms. How is crawls across the sky in all it's vengeance, but yet stunningly beautiful at the same time. It's alive. I like to watch the skies move and get darker. How they can swirl and make a force that can destroy everything. I don't care for the destroying part, but just the atmosphere of it all. When I was a little girl, I ran outside when it rained and loved the way the rain danced. When I got older I wanted to be one of those people who wanted to run into a storm chaser car with my colleges and go after whatever it was. Any kind of storm would suffice. My mom once said, "but Liz, that is dangerous. What if you died." My answer, "It would be an adventure that has it's risks, but doesn't everything?"
Then there is the artist turned Graphic Designer later on. I am not one to read everything about every artist, but I do have art history books. I can't memorize the stuff for the life of me, but when I look at painting or drawings, it astounds me. I look closer to see the depth. I can see the strokes and layers that it took to create that piece of art. The time and patience that person had. People don't appreciate art these days. It is a lot of hard work. Now, I can't draw people really at all, or hands nonetheless. What I like is landscapes. I remember there was this colorful still life that I still have in my closet that I did. It was something for a college class. It wasn't something that you only did for class time, but also that you had to take the time out of your schedule after hours to go in a finish up. It took me 16 hours total in one week to finish with color pencil. Out of those 16 hours, only 4 hours were class time. I worked hard at that piece, and it is still one of my favorite pieces to this day, even if it is just a still life.
I have to say I miss my graphics programs. To have those again, would be wonderful. I would have to teach myself again, but that shouldn't be too hard. I have all kinds of books on it still from college. Maybe one day I will get back into it. I don't know where I got this love for drawing, I guess it has always been with me. That is what my dad used to say. He drew stuff as well. I used to watch him draw. I loved watching him draw. He always believed that I would become something, and always believed I was born to be an artist. As a little girl I would just stare at the world. To observe it, and absorb it in.
And at the same time, I am sad to how we treat the world around us. We has humans just through stuff everywhere, without a care in the world. Will it be as pretty as it is right now, or will be destroy it little by little. Will all we have are pictures and paintings of what once was.
...... I am hoping beauty will still exist in the future. For it is our inspiration.
....I guess I think there could still be that chance where my dreams will come true. I guess only time will tell.