My Grampa Van Horne was an Artist. He was a lithographer, photographer, inventor, outdoorsman, craftsman, visual artist and comedian. He served in WW1, making maps and taking pictures in France and worked for Iowa Lithographing before and after the war. He, my Grandma and Uncle Bob all lived in a bungalow near the corner of 26th and Woodland in Des Moines. Many fond memories in that house. Many fond memories with my Grampa and his cat, Tiger.
I guess I take after him.
It was my First Grade Teacher, Miss Hoffman, who recognized my talent and awarded the school’s only scholarship to me for classes at the Des Moines Art Center. Having the love and support of family and teachers is crucial to the success of any Artist. It boosted my self esteem and made me feel special. I had big dreams and goals, and with their love and support I knew I could achieve them.
Let’s start here …
I had no idea I would find this photo album in an old trunk I only decided to bring on my move because I had a spot to fill. The story behind this album’s journey is long. It’s filled with photographs taken over a lifetime and carefully assembled by my Mom after my Dad passed away. I don’t remember when she gave it to me, or when I put it in the trunk, but here it is at the right time.
As I begin this next phase of my life, I feel it is important to remember where I’ve been and to document my life story in hopes of bringing inspiration, thought and reflection as I once again, move forward in my Artist’s Journey.
I will share photographs and memories here and on Facebook at: Val Van Horne – Artist
I invite you all to read along.
The medium really doesn’t matter to me. I start with a thought and use whatever I want to bring it into existence.
Well I’ve gone and done it … I’ve linked my WordPress blog to my Facebook page. Now this just opens up a whole other can of worms. But then, fish love worms!
P E A C E
Too many blogs … too little time …