Reflections on Art and Life
I was not born with a paint brush in my mouth. My father was an engineer and spent hours (after work) drawing futuristic cars with ink pens on graph paper. I was showing aptitude for music and, aside from some required paintings for school art classes, did not give visual arts much thought. But life played a trick on me and I ended up working as a technical illustrator for patent attorneys for over 10 years. I was buried in black and white mechanical drawings, 3D solid computer modeling, perspective views, and isometrics.
Painting – that’s another story. I had the itch but felt unqualified. I would go to an arts supply store just to “visit” the supplies. It took several visits before I went over to the brush section to look at a brush. Then a couple of tries later, I bought a brush that felt nice to the touch – I didn’t know what kind of brush was the “right” kind (I still don’t).
“Unquenchable” – acrylics on stretched canvas, 24 x 36 x 0.75 in (61 x 91 x 2 cm) http://www.dosiamckay.com/art/artwork/075.shtml