I never dreamed that I would become an artist. I had no interest, no role models, and no "talent". Art class, and even worse, music class, were the classes I dreaded the most in high school. I went to a college which didn't even have studio art classes and chose Psychology as a major because that way I would at least "learn how to learn" as I worked towards what I though would be a meaningless degree.
Now I find myself obsessed with how people learn and change. Upon graduating from college I discovered a passion for enameling and decided that I wanted to become an "artist". Since then, I've spent more than 42 years "teaching myself" to become an enamel artist.