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Elenore Welles

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I was in my forties when I decided  it would be a good time to finish my college education.  I had two teen age sons going through daily traumas and a husband who was used to having me around.   

I embarked on a dilettantish journey through a series of courses.  Like a kid in a candy shop, I dabbled in, among other things,  psychology, sociology and anthropology.  I was later to appreciate how it all turned into grist for the mill.   

I eventually ended up in a Humanities program where I learned how the arts reflected society. And  I began to appreciate how  deeply influential aesthetics were in the elevation of culture.  

My excitement bubbled through family dinners and when I mentioned to my  husband that I was planning to specialize in art history, he asked what I could do with art history.  That was my first epiphany.  I was supposed to go to college to learn to do something.  However, at that stage of my life, I knew I would not get through school unless I enjoyed what I was learning.

Dilettante again, I started at the beginning with the cave paintings, worked my way through Medieval, Renaissance and Modern and ended up with contemporary art.  Art history students were required to take studio classes and it was there that I had my next epiphany.  While quivering among the artists, the act of making art turned out to be  a demystifying experience.   I began to look at art through a broader lens.

Eventually, it was contemporary art that most intrigued me.  I told my husband it was going to be my area of concentration.  His taste tended toward traditional art, and once again his reaction led to an epiphany.  My studies of the past have value, and have given  me a deep  appreciation for the relevance and influences on the present,  However, it was the depth and breadth of the artistic present that ignited my passion, and so it was in the present that I decided to remain.  

While taking my courses, a few of my teachers suggested that I write.  One more epiphany.  I discovered that I not only enjoyed writing about art, but it also broadened my vision, forcing me to look at art through an ever widening lens.  

So rather than a single “aha” moment, my entrance into the art world has been a process.  My education and discernment expand as art continues to add to the dimensions of how I view the world.