Deb Sheldon – Painter, Sculptor
As far as memory goes, it has always been art for me. As a kindergartner, I painted a painting with myself at an easel with, “I want to be an artist when I grow up”, lettered across it in primitive scrawl.
My real pivotal moment as an artist was August 26th, 2009 at 11:00. My Dad died. The mix of grief, loss and unanswered questions filled me. I instinctively worked through that in my artwork. It was painful and wonderful. Another mystery to me is how the paintings seem to draw others to them who are in the grip of grief. I have had many opportunities to cry, share and finally accept with people, with the images as the catalyst. I believe that art is like that. It gives us a point of contact, a shared moment.
To this day, my dream is the same as the kindergarten kid, to have a life where I pursue creating art all day long.