My college sculpture professor.
I was struggling with my clay sculpture classes. I was totally lost-kept hemming and hawing, after about the third class my prof walked by me and leaned down to me and said just f€cking do something. At first I was shocked. Then I got angry.
I used that frustration to start pounding away on the clay. I went on to create 11 pieces of a series I called “Emerging”-a sort of woodland floor organic series. Which then propelled me onward in my painting classes. I began to create abstract paintings and then abstract expressionism for years.
Thank goodness for breakthroughs.