About the Artist...
| Art without pretense. |
Hello. I'm Debra McCann. I am an artist.
If you have been viewing the galleries, it is obvious I am a
Nascar and country music fan.
I didn't attend any formal art school and I don't have any
fancy awards, degrees or gallery showings, but I don't
believe those things validate your worth as an artist. Your
work should speak for itself. I believe mine does.
I've always had a pencil or brush in my hand. As a child, I
drew my own paper dolls and comic books. After high
school graduation, I spent the summer teaching myself to
draw, really draw. I filled up sketch book upon sketch book.
Then, as often happens, reality interceded, and I put my art
on the back burner to take a real job and earn a living.
Years went by. Then, on a whim, I signed up for a
watercolor workshop. After 3 days, the fire was relit. I
learned so many things in those three days, then promptly, I
ignored them all and developed my own technique.
Today, my walls are filled with my paintings and drawings,
but I'm the only one who enjoys them. I think that is sad.
Hours, months, years of work that no one sees but me.
A few years ago, a co-worker commissioned, for her
mentally challenged niece, a small portrait of her favorite
country singer as a birthday present. When the young lady
saw the portrait, she burst into tears. It brought her so
much joy. And that's really what art is all about.
Thanks for listening,
Deb
If you have been viewing the galleries, it is obvious I am a
Nascar and country music fan.
I didn't attend any formal art school and I don't have any
fancy awards, degrees or gallery showings, but I don't
believe those things validate your worth as an artist. Your
work should speak for itself. I believe mine does.
I've always had a pencil or brush in my hand. As a child, I
drew my own paper dolls and comic books. After high
school graduation, I spent the summer teaching myself to
draw, really draw. I filled up sketch book upon sketch book.
Then, as often happens, reality interceded, and I put my art
on the back burner to take a real job and earn a living.
Years went by. Then, on a whim, I signed up for a
watercolor workshop. After 3 days, the fire was relit. I
learned so many things in those three days, then promptly, I
ignored them all and developed my own technique.
Today, my walls are filled with my paintings and drawings,
but I'm the only one who enjoys them. I think that is sad.
Hours, months, years of work that no one sees but me.
A few years ago, a co-worker commissioned, for her
mentally challenged niece, a small portrait of her favorite
country singer as a birthday present. When the young lady
saw the portrait, she burst into tears. It brought her so
much joy. And that's really what art is all about.
Thanks for listening,
Deb
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