Amy Marron
Amy’s Story
I was born and raised in Minnesota, always hated the cold, but because of my freckles never became a sun worshiper either. In school I enjoyed art. I became fond of drawing portraits. I enjoyed realism and
Amy’s Story
I was born and raised in Minnesota, always hated the cold, but because of my freckles never became a sun worshiper either. In school I enjoyed art. I became fond of drawing portraits. I enjoyed realism and the fact that I could make someone look just like they are in made me feel pretty proud, but I’m not a gloater.
After high school I was still not sure what I wanted to be when I grew up so I took some general classes at the local community college. One late night while watching television a commercial for brown institute came on it said “do you like to draw�, that’s all I had to hear. The next day my mom took me to Brown just to ‘check out’ the program. That day I was signed up for the Advertising Design program.
I received my degree from Brown and it was real hard to get my foot in the door and I was not drawing. I had already realized during the two year program that the commercial “do you like to draw� was just the teaser that pulled me and so many others in, so I was not disillusioned. But it was not really where my heart was.
One cold winter morning after an ice storm, while trying to pry my car door open using the old pour a bucket of hot water on the door cracks method, I slipped on the ice that was created on the ground from my bucket of hot water. Just then I remembered my cousin telling me how great Arizona was and I should move out there.
The next day I told my parents the plan. Two weeks later my folks, my cat -Spot, and all the clothes that would fit in my car drove to Phoenix Arizona. Later I found out my cousin did not live anywhere near Phoenix, but that did not ruin the plan. I was going to have an exciting adventure in a new WARM city. I found my first decent paying job, for a recently graduated student, as a typesetter. I stayed at that job for over three years.
Eventually I did move back to Minneapolis, and luckily I immediately found a job making more than double my salary in Phoenix. I couldn’t believe it, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I stayed with the company for over three years and decided I felt secure enough to purchase my first house. The week I closed the house I had a health incident and was ‘laid-off’ at work-so they said. Luckily the house I purchased was a duplex, so my tenant helps significantly with the mortgage.
That was a few years ago and since then I applied to college and I am starting my second year. I feel so lucky that I was accepted as an art student. I get a second chance to pursue my fine arts interest and discover other interests as well. Last summer I interned at the Center for Homicide Research. From artist to Forensics, how random is that. That was a great opportunity that I never would have discovered nor been eligible for, had I not been enrolled at the U of M. What luck!
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