Back in the days of my High Schoolhood I had a teacher who changed the course of my life. Barbara Jean Bennett. She came from Colorado, or so I was told. She smoked like a fiend and had emphysema. Supposedly the climate in Phoenix was good for her.
She loved etching. By that I mean she DEEPLY loved etching. I can still hear her tone of voice when she would rub two fingers together while speaking about sugar lift and other techniques. She was intense and it touched something deep and intense in me. She taught us this technique and that technique, but what she really communicated was her love for intaglio printing.
Probably everybody has a teacher who changed their life. Everybody should have one. I think that love is the fulcrum by which all knowledge is leveraged. I read recently someplace where a man was recommending leaving your nine-to-five job and doing what you love. The first step, he said, was to find out what it is that you love. One way to know what it is you love is if you find yourself thinking about it in the night, and I quite agree. THAT is the kind of intensity that Miss Bennett brought to us.
If anybody knows what ever happened to Miss Bennett, PLEASE let me know. I can’t imagine that she is still with us. Except in moments like these when I am working in the studio and thinking about her. Then I know that her love is alive and well. And still inTENse!