I remember three years ago when I joined the team at the Center for Visual Artists, I can describe my first day down to the last paint concealed face peaking up at me. I remember leaving that day exhausted and more than ready to go home and fall into a coma, however, the thing I remember most was this feeling in the bottom of my heart, and whispering from the back of my mind. That feeling and that whisper got stronger with every passing day that Summer until I could hear it shouting at me and I felt like a fool for not realizing all along that what it was telling me is that I had finally found it; the thing everyone looks for in life, something that makes them happy. Every time I walk up to the top floor of the Cultural Center and hear the chatter of kids and smell the ever present scent of paints and Crayola I know I've done at least one thing right, I found my little slice of heaven.
On top of a surprising knack for working with kids I get to meet great people whom I can relate and learn from in the art field and the chance to escape off to the galleries at the end of the day isn't a bad addition to the mix. I enjoy glancing over at the newest exhibitions and imagining the day my work might be just beyond that glass for young people like me to draw inspiration and ambition from. It's undoubtably the coolest, to be talking to someone about their latest work and then walk by the gallery window on the way to take the campers to lunch and seeing that their current work has just sold. The CVA to me is the kind of place I dreamed of going when I was a kid and I can't explain how much it means to grant that wish for the little girls and boys that get to live out that experience.
Francis G., Age 17 CVA Volunteer Classroom Assistant