The Story Behind the Site
I suppose what spawned the concept for my http://www.onesundayafternoon.com website was that “one Sunday afternoon” I would have the time and inclination to get serious about my art, and attempt to spin a past time into a living. Creating art has always been rather more a compulsion than a past time, ebbing and flowing to cycles that I had never taken particular notice of, or cared to look at too closely, but always constant… comforting. My love of all sorts of different media, which I either combine or deftly flit from one to the other, firmly puts me in the “mixed media artist” category. I also am in love with words… not in my art so much, but used as a tool to paint images on a different sort of canvas… the mind.
When I initially launched my site, my intention was to provide a venue for a disciplined focus on the creative process—to embark upon structured projects, a la “The Creative Artist” by Nita Leland or “Writing Down the Bones” by Nathalie Goldberg. Lack of time and some personal crises poked a stick in the spokes, but I did discover a world of art people in both virtual and real neighborhoods, who have provided both a venue and wonderful support for my progression as an artist. The initial inspiration is still an eventual focus of the site, and will come to being as I have more time to dedicate to it.
Where I’m Coming From
The better part of my life was spent on the suburbs of Montreal, locally known as The South Shore. I learned to speak Hungarian, French and English by the time I was 5 or so, and have always had an innate interest in art. Both my parents were artistically talented. My dad was a machine fitter, and very mechanically inclined, but he drew very well, and was an exceptional draftsman. I found out recently that as a young man, he worked as a metalsmith, turning out artsy miniatures in copper and brass. My mom owned her own dressmaking business in Hungary, and did everything from conception to finishing. Unfortunately, my interest in sewing never burgeoned, probably due to having big shoes to fill and a particularly disasterous term of Home Ec in highschool—I had somehow managed to sew together the bottom seams of the denim gauchos I was working on—I am, however, really talented with a seam ripper.
I love, though don’t have much time for these days, needlework. I’ve dabbled in various stitching techniques, and particularly fell in love with silk ribbon embroidery. I’ve also quilted, but I’m impatient with the precise cutting and sewing, so if the pattern is too rigid, I lose interest… and the few quilts that I’ve created I’ve sent out in pieces for others to worry about the sandwiching, binding and machine quilting.
During highschool I discovered that my aptitude for mathematics was minute, and so decided to pursue the two things that didn’t require it in the curriculum—art and literature. By the time I was graduating from highschool, I’d determined that I was going to be “an artist”—literature, fine art. I loved dance as well, particularly modern dance, but I was already past the point of ‘flexifying’ my muscles by the time I discovered it, though I did modern dance for fun and exercise for several years during my teens.
After graduating from highschool in the spring of 1981, I attended Dawson College the following autumn to study fine art. I was there for a little more than one semester and, listening to a calling aimed at my soul, on the eve of my 18th birthday I left home to join an ashram. Mayhem ensued within the family, and before they had the chance to send a ‘deprogrammer’ to retrieve me, I left the ashram of my own accord after about five and a half months.
By the time September came ’round, I was re-enrolled in college, and had moved back in with my folks. As the art classes were offered by semester, and I’d already completed the first semester classes, I could only take core and elective classes, mostly non-art-related. It was during this time that I met my first serious boyfriend. I don’t know what it is about January, but I have made many life-altering choices during that time, and so that following January I moved out with Roy and left both my parents’ home, and school, for the final time. I never was able to go back, and so never finished my degree. That didn’t curb the desire in me to create art, though, and it has remained a constant companion.
Most of my teens and a good part of my twenties was spent in angst—I was on a tireless quest to discover “the purpose of my life.” I wonder, sometimes, how much better my life would have been had I not had such a difficult time finding my place in the world and had established a firm direction early on.
As a young girl I’d sit with these encylopedia-like books that my parents had and read through the demographic information on California and Florida, the two places that I thought would be the best places to live in North America. I had always loved the ocean, and dreamed that one day I would live close enough to one so as to be able to visit regularly. That childhood dream faded like so many of them do. Never did I imagine for even a moment that I’d meet my husband-to-be online, nor did I in my wildest dreams think that I’d be living in California… but I did, and I do. So here I am in 2004—many years later, with a wonderful eight-year-old son and a hubby.
Where I’m Heading
As to making a living… the thing that I swore in highschool I’d never do is what I ended up doing—working as a secretary, or office support person for 20+ years now. It’s not an artistic environment by any stretch of the imagination, but it does require a certain creativity and has certainly helped develop my left brain. It has also provided a reliable (even sometimes generous) source of income. Every now and again I’ll revisit my youthful dreams. While I’ve been told by some that when the thing you love to do as a past time develops into a means of making a living, the pleasure derived from it diminishes as it becomes a chore, I think I’d like to make my own assessment.
So my creative aspirations are to build a portfolio of my work, and see if illustration might be an avenue which can be pursued, and to approach galleries for exhibition and sale of my works (which of course means that I have to at first build a body of work. If that ever comes to pass, and I have accumulated an inventory, I also intend to offer pieces for sale on this site. I have a vision and by virtue of tweaking on the viewfinder, it’s coming into focus, one little notch at a time.