I have often wondered how I became interested in art. Once when I was in high school, I attended a school assembly in which the outside speaker presented a slide show of Millet. I was enthralled much to my surprise since neither of my parents were into art but dramatics.
Since I wanted to have a profession using my hands, chemistry was my vocation, but art was my avocation (in retrospect sometimes I wish it was the other way around) taking numerous courses in art over the years including one at the Art Student League in New York.
As John Nagy always said, "pick the pencil and draw." And I literally did. From there, fifty years ago, I painted in egg tempera, then oil and finally with acrylics using rollers to create abstracts in the latter. Somehow I graduated to photography using the old workhorse, a Pentax K1000. The experience in photography included developing my own film, using an enlarger for producing various prints.
Lastly, I must tell you about the collages I created for works of art produced for each year in the 20th Century, all one hundred. I looked at an estimated 60,000 images on the internet, choose about 60 for each year resulting in 6,000 images overall in the collages. I cannot sell these digital collages because of copyright matters, but it was an education and a half to say the least. I love art and feel driven to produce it regardless whether I succeed in having an outside audience.
(Since I already have a website, wingwitt.com which is mainly devoted to six books I have had published on hiking, bicycling, early aviation pioneer history and writing and illustrating a childrens' book. I urge you to check it out.)