Max Dingle

Art was a nascent influence on my childhood. It was always there, usually in the form of drawing or colouring in, mostly unrecognised as art. On the few occasions it came to the fore I was told that art was a waste of time, to concentrate on things that led to a job, a career - these were important.

When, at 27, after 12 years in the Navy, I was accepted into the National Art School as a full time student my mother, not unkindly, being sensible, commented, “You have just thrown away your qualifications, wasted 12 years of your life and about to waste the rest.” I could only agree; those first 12 years, had been a waste.

Fifty years later, the Arts and art making are dominate drivers, fundamental to past, present and future joy in living a meaningful life.

Max Dingle

Art was a nascent influence on my childhood. It was always there, usually in the form of drawing or colouring in, mostly unrecognised as art. On the few occasions it came to the fore I was told that art was a waste of time, to concentrate on things that led to a job, a career – these were important.

When, at 27, after 12 years in the Navy, I was accepted into the National Art School as a full time student my mother, not unkindly, being sensible, commented, “You have just thrown away your qualifications, wasted 12 years of your life and about to waste the rest.” I could only agree; those first 12 years, had been a waste.

Fifty years later, the Arts and art making are dominate drivers, fundamental to past, present and future joy in living a meaningful life.

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