I wanted to study art. However, growing up in Yorkshire in the miners’ strike you didn’t do that! You had to have a sensible job. At 16, my careers teacher, (you had one then), didn’t think girls should be thinking outside of the area. He thought I could be a hairdresser. Really, with eczema! He suggested nursing. My parents were both nurses and it was not for me. I had heard enough about hospital dramas over the dinner table. It was like an oral Casualty every night!
I stayed in the sixth form and studied the sensible subjects eg English. It came in useful. I taught it for over 30 years but art was inside me. Luckily, I sketched and built stage sets. Art on a huge scale. I enjoyed creating Deadwood, Fagin’s den and a Beauty School. I found ways of creating art links in my lessons. Art in religion, set designs, creating masks, reading pictures, links to poetry, media studies to name but a few. Again, I was lucky when I filled in timetable gaps teaching art. That went well and then I continued.
Teaching art kept me sane.