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.

Twenty-six page booklet

Re: paper dolls.  My sister Diane and I played that game in our home with the chaos of our family all around us.  It gave us a way to plan how our world would be when we were grown up.   And as I think about it, we were not far off.

It shouldn’t be too surprising to me that when Katrina hit and there was chaos and crying out and no one hearing (Who could do anything about it??!!) that I sat by my television hour by hour and made paper dolls.  Truly, it was horrifying, and paper dolls helped.  This time, I called them “Paper Dolls for Seniors.”  I colored the dolls with magic markers and some shimmers and then took it to our local copy shop after the residents of New Orleans had been moved to what I believed was safety.

Art has served so many functions in my life, in particular, watercolor, drawing, and collage.   But if something happened to my hands so that I couldn’t make the art objects that I do make, I would find some way to make art.

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