If You Watch A Bear For A While by Mary Roberson (bio below)

• Size 18 x 28
• Limited Edition of 950 Signed and Numbered 
• Fine Art Reproduction on High Quality Art Paper
• Mint (pristine/new) Condition
• Unframed
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Mary Roberson "I was born in Fort Smith, Arkansas, in 1948 but moved to Redondo Beach, California when my family relocated. My love for art began at a very early age. In retrospect, I played games with this gift. Sometimes I tried to ignore it, and sometimes it just welledup inside of me until it won me over, and the gift got its way ... It has always been a tug of war between getting out of the way to let it happen, and running a huge list of games to give it a hard time. The reasons for this "warfare" are complex, deep rooted, and part of my character. My parents always supported the pull of art in my life. At ten the Guadalupe Church in Hermosa Beach, California, commissioned me to paint a fourteen-foot mural. It was a landscape, and I felt as if I was the medium through which the scene appeared. This may sound "mystical" but art is mystical, and creativity is even more puzzling. It seems to happen effortlessly when the self goes on sabbatical, which comes and goes like the ebb and flow of a tide. During high school my teachers took a personal interest in my love for art. They encouraged me, believing that I had a wonderful gift that required cultivation and care, especially in contrast to a rebellious nature. They seemed to see something in me that I often tended to minimize or down play. By sixteen, I had developed my own style of painting. I shunned formal training, partly as rebellion but also because I sensed that "art lessons" might impair or somehow damage what was already complete within myself. As I began to win awards, recognition put me into a limelight which I found uncomfortable. But the gift never left me and I could feel its presence in the background. It was rooting for me to get on with it so it could find the light of day. And it was as if art itself was my secret life preserver. It was my best friend. Life is a long road, a mixture of the negative and the positive. The urge to pick up the brush and paint again showed up when I divorced my husband in 19912. Once again, art came to my rescue to remind me that creativity was, perhaps, the purpose for life itself. Try as hard as I might, I could not resist the lure of my gift, and little by little it became the path I followed. I have always loved animals, and they became the focus for my art. They beame my inspiration. I loved animals and art, and by putting the two together I discovered that I could love myself too." "When I look back at my story, I am moved by the war I waged with truth, and I am so thankful that I am free now to paint to my heart's content. I love to camp in Yellowstone, where the wildlife roams free, posing for digital camera sessions, while I enjoy the relative peace and quiet of my growing love for this profound mystery that is life itself. When I wake up inthe morning, I visualize canvases that wait for me to show up and deliver the goods. There is a growing excitement in the air, and, for me, it is all about capturing the essence of this dream on canvas."