it didn’t describe me belonged in the library of words I can’t spell| no matter how many times they tell you just try harder sound it out simple when you think about it. Stop giving me the third degree don’t put me down don’t make me fret I can’t learn my alphabet it doesn’t go in any logical order the stress gives me attention deficit disorder at school I wanted to go it alone they told me that’s unwise they called me unteachable
I’m a Minneapolis-based artist working in watercolor, gouache, oil, drawing, and mixed media.
After teaching art and design for many years, I returned to making art fully. These days, I spend my time drawing, painting, experimenting, and paying attention to what shows up.
I often work small. My work moves between observation, memory, and imagination. Some pieces lean surreal. Some stay close to what is seen. What interests me is what begins to emerge when I stay with the work long enough.
On my blog, you’ll find both my artwork and my reflections. I’ve come to see they are connected. What I learn in the studio often changes how I see my life, my relationships, and my community. In that way, art has become more than making objects — it has become a way of understanding and being in the world.
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