My name is Virginia Huber, no middle name other than maiden name.   I came of age when women were seeing themselves as more than homemakers, teachers, and nurses.  My family had begged me to go into art.  “You ought to DO something with it!” my parents would emphatically say.  But I wanted most to be a mother and homemaker.  My father was a writer and musician (piano) and mother dancer (interpretive, free form) – both with classical training.  I didn’t see myself as an artist in addition to homemaker until my late twenties.  Before that I had a lot of hobbies and took drawing and painting classes as what would come to be called “returning adult.”  Actually, there was no returning as such for me, because I had never finished my undergrad program.  I did that in my mid thirties during the day, when the children were at school.

Very shortly I could see that when I needed to express my feelings in painting, I almost always did it in transparencies.  This and other sign posts guided me into watercolor painting.

What comes naturally doesn’t drain the energy.  Teaching came naturally and energized my work in the studio.  I like a balance in life, between art, teaching, family, friends, alone time, work-out time.  The most difficult balance is ensuring enough studio time.  I am protective of my time and kind of territorial in the studio.