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The moment when I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up did not occur until I was 40 years old. I always knew that I was an artist, but what kind? Then, for my 40th birthday, my husband gave me my choice of classes at the local art center. The moment when I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up did not occur until I was 40 years old. I always knew that I was an artist, but what kind? Then, for my 40th birthday, my husband gave me my choice of classes at the local art center. 
The only class that worked was a life model sculpting class working with clay. After only a few weeks I knew that this was what I was meant to do. I could do something that made me feel whole and a part of the world instead of apart from the world.Over the years I would experiment with other materials eventually finding my forte in stone, but that sense that I had found my place in the world can be dated from that moment when the clay first took shape under my hands.
From the confidence that grew from sculpting grew my willingness to explore the world of words and so began my fascination with poetry.
Website www.pattymcpheeartist.com
