A million years ago, or maybe about 1965, I attended Auckland University, with the vague aim of gaining a Bachelor of Science, and my subject were Maths, Applied Maths, and Physics.
Out of my depth, I struggled with all this and failed. In my childhood I quite liked drawing and so for some crazy reason decided that a Diploma of Fine Arts would be the ticket.
About the only paths available after you get that are being a high school art teacher or a professional artist.
Sometimes I think thank heavens I failed! It was not for the want of trying at the time however.
Not all my time was wasted, as I really enjoyed learning sculpture, photography and the basics of graphic design.
My next career choice was misguided as well, training to be a primary school teacher. After one and half years teaching I realized nobody was going to be a winner in that race.
Training was fun, as they let you do an "elective". Some studied English, or Maori or whatever.
I chose art, not sure why. The lecturer was a Mr Ritchie. He will be long since gone from this planet by now, but at the time a good example of a human being.
He was into painting abstracts, so I just followed along using his techniques, namely heaps of rubber roller to cover heaps of canvas in a short time. I was fairly happy with my productions, but never made it into the big league, ie Art galleries.
We are in Level 4 lockdown here in NZ, so I thought a drawing or two might stop me from looking at Youtube Videos. I live in an area in Auckland called Devonport, which is one of the oldest areas, with many older buildings for me to draw. This one is the Manuka Cafe on Victoria Street.
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