Author: L.M. Carleton

I’ve learned to understand your life story. Your life narrative requires deep self-reflection. Reflecting on times of suffering, you explore memories for answers.

As you ponder, afflictions experienced and unacknowledged grief come to light. The more in-depth you examine and uncover and are willing to reveal, the more you understand yourself.

Deep in thought, you distinguish people who let you down or lead you astray further into darkness — those who caused you pain and the anguish you caused others.

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I discovered the risks of imitating another artist’s creations and the importance of being authentic in art class.

He dressed in bright pastel shirts, ornate ties, brown or black creased pants, and polished shoes like an artist’s work. Thin silver bracelets swayed, and square-ish rings were a signature.

Teaching students the principles of Fine Art was more than a profession.

Mr. Geraue taught you how to be authentic.

I loved Art class.

My fondest memory. An assignment to create a Halloween design on a poster board. The best pictures would proudly hang in store windows around town for fall celebrations.

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