Meant to Be

 

There were no doctors among the Cro-magnon,

no attorneys in the early stages of Homo-sapiens.

Before the academic awarding of Associates,

Baccalaureate , Master’s and PhD Degrees.

Prior to CEOs, CFOs, Colonels, Generals and

NCOs.

Long, long ago before the Dark and Middle Ages,

the Renaissance and Industrial Age, before Kings

and Queens, before Presidents and Prime Ministers,

before the certified title of any profession there

were artists and artisans rendering their impressions

and interpretations of life’s who, what, when, where,

why and how on the surfaces of hides, clay pottery

and cavernous stone.

From the early beginnings of mankind and his

tribal and societal communities to this day,

artists, musicians, story tellers and scribers

recorded the historical references of their times

and very being.

Now, folks, when I was a child before my

schooling in 1,2,3s and A,B,Cs prior to

reading and writing or formal education,

I took up the pencil, the pen, crayon and brush,

and in the primeval tradition of my early

ancestors, I began my lifelong profession as

an artist.

While modestly encouraged by family and

teachers to continue with my inherent

leanings as a talented hobbyist, I was led

to educationally pursue more substantive

and financially lucrative professions in

order to make a decent living. And half

halfheartedly, I’ll admit, over the years

I did some of that, none of which led me

to personal and professional satisfaction

and success.

Ah, but the arts became the benchmark of

my existence, and now in the advent of

my seventy-fifth year, my existence has

been justified by the talent I was given

at birth. This I knew from an early

age, I was always meant to follow the

inherent primordial stew brewing within

me. No ranking, no official title, no

academic degree necessary.

Art has been my life; my life is my art.

Intrinsically, this is the way it was meant

to be.

                            -30-

Chris Hanch 3-21-2022