Perhaps the self-taught artist has a fool for a student, but for reasons known and unknown, some of us must learn by solitary effort and experimentation, reading and watching; anything formally didactic does not fit. And sometimes this dysfunction, this constant reinventing of the wheel, yields happy rewards.
Not until Diane Ackerman’s book “A Natural History of the Senses” was published in 1991 did Beth learn everyone does not experience synesthesia, association of specific colors with sounds, emotions, and tools of language, and a private world of visual constructs for time abstractions, projects and conditions of life. She is tempted to believe visual artists experience this phenomenon in greater ratio than the general population, but so far random personal research has yielded nothing conclusive.
Although in college she studied Russian (reading novels for credit was irresistible) she has worked professionally as a visual artist since age 21. Immersion in the fiber arts eventually gave way to the real passion for simply painting. Many recent works celebrate the sparky, disorienting counterpoint of natural accident to human design in our infrastructure and habitat.