When I was 6 years old, my Grandmother did not dare leave me unattended with screwdrivers and things that were put together with screws. Watches, radios, door knobs, and screwdrivers were not safe left alone with me. I became really good at taking stuff apart; not so good at putting things back together at that point.
At age 8, I started to learn to put things together. I upholstered my first piece of furniture, a stool, for a customer of my Grandparent's interior design studio. I have been building since that point, and still taking things apart, but less since the internet tells me how things are made.
At age 18, I acquired a computer programming degree. When the home computer and web design became popular, I taught myself HTML and CSS by reverse engineering code. Back to taking things apart again.
Then at age 37, the architectural drafting degree was added to list. Worked in construction off and on, as an electrical helper, swinging a hammer, and steel estimating. Putting things back together again.
At age 55, a BFA in Studio Art, Cum Laude. I did a fair amount of time in the paint labs, but more time in printmaking, cutting and etching plates. Then more time in ceramics and sculpture labs, again building and putting things together. Even in the paint classes I built sculptural forms on the canvas.
These days, the only flat art I produce is digital, only because I have not yet acquired a 3-d printer. Yet! I really do need to use that CAD experience from drafting school.
About "Tidal Pool" - From microcosm to macrocosm the circle is the prime shape. Made from recycled card stock, wood, rope and paint for a glass like finish.
..is to not try. It does not matter if I am successful or unsuccessful in any attempt to navigate some course of action. Not being successful does not mean I have failed or that I am a failure, it simply means, I was not successful at that particular time.
The important thing for me to remember is to not let being unsuccessful for a moment lead to true failure... loss of hope, loss of emotional feelings or a diminished capacity to care. These things are what lead to real failure... giving up and no longer trying.
I know despair and depression are the weapons my mind uses to immobilize me and keep me from trying again. Learning to take the next step, just to keep moving is the only way to succeed. Pausing only long enough to gather my bearings and renew my strength. As long as I put one foot in front of the other I can consider myself successful.