My artistic journey began before I could even properly hold a pencil. My earliest memories are filled with the excitement of unwrapping Christmas and birthday presents, each one carefully chosen to nurture a budding artist's soul sketchbooks, colored pencils, watercolors, and drawing pads that would become my most treasured possessions.
At the age of five, a simple library card became the key to unlocking a world of artistic discovery. I still remember that first visit, wandering through the art section with wide eyes, pulling book after book from the shelves. "How to Draw Trees," "Sketching Animals," "Drawing Birds," "Portrait Techniques” each title promised new secrets to unlock. Every two weeks, like clockwork, I would return those well-worn books and select new ones, my small arms struggling to carry my ambitious selections to the checkout desk.
Those library books became my first teachers. I would spread them across the floor of my room, studying each line and curve, then spending hours sketching and re-sketching the examples. Trees transformed from simple lollipop shapes to complex studies of bark texture and leaf patterns. Animals came alive on my pages as I learned to capture the grace of a bird in flight or the gentle curve of a cat's back. This wasn't just drawing it was my way of understanding and interpreting the world around me.
Even in school, art found its way into every moment. While other children focused solely on their reading, I would find myself doodling in the margins of my Winds in the willow book creating little illustrations of the various animals adventures. My teachers learned to recognize that these weren't distractions they were extensions of how I processed and engaged with the world.
This early foundation of constant observation, practice, and visual interpretation laid the groundwork for what would become my unique artistic vision. However, life had other plans first.
As I embarked on my professional career in industry and finance, art became something I cherished but could only pursue on the side. My father's wisdom echoed in my mind: "Make your money first and keep your art as your pastime." In those days, this was sound, practical advice. Art remained my passion, but it had to fit around the demands of industry and finance.
During those professional years, I would steal moments for creativity taking the occasional art class when time permitted, sketching during quiet evenings, always keeping that artistic flame alive even as it couldn't be my primary focus. Art was my refuge, my hobby, the thing that fed my soul while my career fed my practical needs.
Now, in retirement, I have come full circle. I can finally devote myself fully and exclusively to my passion for art. The same curiosity that drove me to study how to draw a tree's branches as a child, that sustained me through decades of professional life, now inspires me to see the hidden abstract beauty in a world-renowned chef's carefully crafted dish. The hours spent sketching from library books taught me to look beyond the surface, to find the essence of a subject and translate it into visual language.
Today, as ROSC ART, I continue that same journey of discovery and interpretation. Where once I transformed the pages of art instruction books into personal studies, I now transform the culinary masterpieces of renowned chefs into abstract art. The medium has evolved, the subjects have become more sophisticated, but the core remains the same, that five-year-old with a library card, endlessly curious about how to capture the beauty of the world through art.
My work in visionary food art is the natural evolution of a lifetime spent learning to see. Each dish I photograph and transform carries with it the same wonder I felt discovering those first art books. Every abstract composition I create echoes those early sketches made while reading wind in the willows. The artist who receives art supplies for every birthday is the same artist who now creates pieces that allow others to take home the memory of an extraordinary culinary moment.
This is the story of ROSC ART born from childhood wonder, nurtured by endless curiosity, and dedicated to helping others see the extraordinary beauty that exists in the everyday moments of exceptional dining.
"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." - Edgar Degas
The journey from library books to culinary transformation continues, one transformation at a time.
