The Story of Nola B.
NOLA is not just the name attributed to my hometown. It’s also the name of one very influential lady. My Aunt Nola was the pinnacle of endearing southern charm. Regardless of time of day or occasion, she always presented herself elegantly. Every hair was in place, her clothes were perfectly pressed and her meticulously manicured fingernails (no acrylics then) were a work of art within themselves. I can remember sitting down at the kitchen table in awe of her perfectly shaped nails, carefully lacquered in high gloss red. Aunt Nola’s nails were my first recollection of beauty, kinda my first introduction to art.
I remember Aunt Nola teaching me how to properly polish nails. Her detailed instructions on how to put just the right amount of polish on the brush, how to carefully execute long stokes, always starting from the edges of the nail and workingtowards the center. I focused, I practiced and I made attaining the perfectly polished nail my heart’s desire. Finally the day came when Aunt Nola allowed me polish her nails, I was ecstatic.
Aunt Nola’s lessons trained my small hands to work with discipline and determination. That same determination has become the foundation of my career as an artist and craftsperson. These small experiences shared with my Aunt Nola have given me so much, especially an appreciation for art, beauty and craftsmanship.