My crooked and long path to an art career - part 1

On being a promising student, a completionist and ignorant

Many artists have had a not so straight path toward their career and I am one of them. My path was both crooked and very long, although my journey started when I was very young.

I am a the youngest of three siblings. My father was a master blacksmith and my mother a bank clerk. Neither of them went to university but they encouraged us all to go to university and get a good education. In those days (80‘s and early 90‘s) a degree was still considered the best gateway toward job security.

My older siblings went to study pharmacology, structural engineering and a cosmetology and became heavily invested in their crafts and careers. Like them, I was a very promising student and learning came easy to me at first. However, unlike them, I was in no way a committed student. Sitting down and doing homework was pure agony. I was a very slow reader which contributed to the said agony. I‘d much rather draw, paint or craft something instead of studying (unless it was biology). I did well up to college because I had the talent of remembering everything I heard and saw in class and was resourceful in finding ways to manage projects while reading was a huge barrier, including writing book essays without actually reading the books...not something I felt proud of!

About 14 years old.

From reference, 14 years.

Fantasy at 15 years old

Dino cowboy, 16 years.

Love for Dali at 17 years.

I survived the long days of secondary and high school by drawing and doodling in my notebooks. At home I stayed in my room, experimenting with painting and crafting all kinds of stuff. When I was not doing that I immersed myself into the world 80‘s fantasy films and animated movies. I also found refuge in hours of recorded natural history documentaries, most of them featuring my hero, David Attenborough. It was the 80's and 90's, if you didn't get it recorded from TV you didn't get it at all.

When the dreaded moment came to pick a career and further education it seemed totally logical to pick biology. I've always loved animals and nature and I had always enjoyed studying biology. I did not give art school any thought at the time. I held fast to the belief I was ingrained in me by older generations that going to university and studying something sensible was the only sure way to a secure a stable future. Besides, I had never heard of a viable career in art and had been taught very grim ideas about the „starving artist“ thing. I just wanted to make art like I saw in the 80's fantasy films and Disney animation. I just didn't know it was called entertainment art and that it could be a real career. Back then it also kind of wasn't, at least not in this part of the world.

I totally failed the first year in university! No wonder, as instead of committing to studies, I went "all in" at the university's theater club and spent all of my remaining free time drawing, painting and crafting mini models and dolls. After this first and horrible university year I decided to apply to the single art school in Iceland and got in. However, there is a „but“, I still don’t know exactly why, but at the last minute I decided to finish my BSc in biology instead. I've always been a completionist and really feel I have to finish what I start, almost to a fault. That is the only way I can make sense of my decision...and the fact that I really, really wanted to go to Malaysia for the third year student trip, to see tropical rain forests, mangroves and coral reefs! This might sound ridiculous but this was a huge thing for me. I told myself I would go to art school after earning my BSc. I'll talk about how that went later.

Early twenties, a recently graduated biologist.

I finished my BSc with emphasis on zoology and ecology and a lot of mental effort. It was a lot of fun, very painful too and took a huge emotional toll on me. I've never regretted it and still am very proud of what I achieved, despite everything. This education has indeed helped my work as an artist today.

In hindsight, I don’t regret not knowing what I wanted back then. Who knows that at twenty, seriously? What I really regret is not recognizing and understanding my natural strengths and real passions at the time. I regret searching for my path in other peoples paths instead of trusting my own instinct and judgement. I still struggle with this. On a lighter note, I also kind of regret not having had the access to the world through the internet. But not really, it was a bigger and much more mysterious world back then and I kind of miss that.....or perhaps I'm just feeling older and wiser😁

Thank you so much for visiting!

Until next time, be safe and carry on dreaming ❤

Heida