I've always loved READING blogs, but I've never tried actually WRITING one. However, this journey that I began back in about 2003 is kind of interesting and maybe inspiring to some. I also think it would be fun to share lots and lots of art - pieces, techniques, successes and failures. As a self-taught artist, I have learned it all on my own. a journey in itself.
I’m not sure who said, “Every beginning comes from an ending”, but the truth of that quote hit me squarely between the eyes in the early 2000’s. At that point in my life, in my 40’s, I had gone back to school, gotten a degree in music and was teaching in an elementary school. In my spare time, I sang in a quartet and directed a women’s chorus.
Over time, it had become obvious that my hearing was ‘off’, but I was simply terrified to meet that issue head on, instead practicing avoidance and refusing to admit the truth. Finally, I couldn’t deny matters any further and visited an audiologist. After the usual tests, he put a piece of paper in front of his mouth and spoke to me. I stumbled and guessed and began to panic. What was he saying? My worst fears were realized when he pulled out earphones and asked me to put them on, using a mic to communicate with me.
What do you do when faced with the loss of your identity? What do you do when you find out the future you’d thought certain was now the past? I cried. I mourned. I continued to teach but left directing and eventually, almost all singing. On the positive side, after getting hearing aids, I heard sounds that I didn’t know existed – like typing on a computer keyboard. That makes a SOUND? Who knew? I struggled with depression and came to the conclusion that I could not live my life without passion. If I could not make music, what could I do?