My Fate in Woodcraft
Fate has a penchant for irony, it seems. I was perfectly happy working as a graphic designer at a mundane advertising agency just a few months back, and I had nothing to do with fairs or festivals. Okay, not happy, but the pay was adequate.
Let me introduce myself first. I’m Rita Horowitz, a gal in her early twenties. Like so many of my peers, I went straight to a job after graduating so I could pay off my student loans. Deep down inside, though, my passion has always been woodcarving.
Many attribute my fondness for it to my grandfather, and to a certain extent, I agree with them. I grew up seeing my grandfather work his magic with mundane pieces of wood. As I looked on with fascination one day, he noticed me and began to teach me the basics of carving.
I’ve been carving ever since then. First within supervision of my grandfather, as no sane adult would leave a kid with a sharp object, and then by myself ever since he passed on. But my parents convinced me that there was no financial stability in woodcarving, and that urged me to apply my artistic talents elsewhere. Hence, I ended up in an ad agency as a graphic artist.
So where’s the irony I was talking about? Well, for reasons I will not disclose here, I have never enjoyed going to Florida fairs and festivals. I avoided it as much as possible, until an old friend from college asked me to visit her in her booth. You guessed it; it was to be in a fair.
A few weeks later, I found that I was going to my third fair already. And this time, I had with me a big batch of my carved pieces. I had realized that fairs were a good place to showcase my art and let other people see my works. I’ve gotten good feedback for my initial attempt, and I now sell my woodcarvings with my friend. We share a booth, and I’m liking all the praise I’m getting.
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