MY LIFE IS LIKE A
DIVE INTO A SHALLOW POOL
I have traveled and have lived in many unique places. I lived on Nantucket Island, Hong Kong, Illinois, Alaska, Minnesota, and Florida. My wanderlust was a result of a life-changing accident. It is amazing how actions early in life can create a chain of events that forever change one's life direction. My life has been a series of these events.
I grew up in a beautiful coastal town in Massachusetts. As a young child, I struggled with school. I had dyslexia before it was known as a condition and,
of course, I had attention problems. I went to a Catholic school and was
subjected to my share of abuse. Needless to say, I did not like school. Not all
of the Nuns were horrible though. I had one teacher who understood that I was a
bit creative and allowed me to use modeling clay during reading and math class,
I fashioned animals with the clay and it helped me focus, I actually looked
forward to class.
my scrimshaw in the early 1980s |
BROKEN NECK and SCRIMSHAW
I used to
volunteer at Cardinal Cushing School for Exceptional Children in Hanover MA as a teenager. This
was a unique place in the 1970s because it nurtured developmentally delayed
children. It was a wonderful experience. When I was sixteen I broke my neck when
I dove into the shallow pool at the Cushing School. As awful as the accident
was, I would physically recover but that event had changed my life.
My Brother and I with Cardinal Cushing in the late 1950s |
About a month
before the accident my mother had bought me a Scrimshaw Kit during a vacation
on Nantucket Island, MA. Believe it or not, that little kit did change my life. I had always loved to draw,
and the scrimshaw was a wonderful distraction during and after my recovery. It also proved to be important later in my
career. Through Scrimshaw I learned patience and drawing skills, it improved my self-esteem,
and it also allowed me to pay my way through college. When I was 18 my
parents allowed me to spend the summer on Nantucket where I scrimshawed and
took commissions. I was one of the youngest persons doing scrimshaw in the country and
my work was featured in a couple books on scrimshaw.
I continued to summer on
Nantucket all through the remainder of High School and throughout college and
sold my scrimshaw. My brother joined me, and he also did scrimshaw. He is now an
artist on Nantucket and owns his own gallery.
1976 Leslie Linsley's book Scrimshaw, I was one of the featured artists |
Micheal (left) and I doing scrimshaw on Nantucket late 1970s. |
COLLEGE and GRAD
SCHOOL
Despite My rocky high school years, I
went to college, and I received my BFA from Southeastern Massachusetts
University (now UMASS Dartmouth). My first year in a half as a Graphic
Design student was a disaster. I did not know that I was still dealing with
depression due to my neck injury and my grades were atrocious. I found a love for painting and photography, my Junior and Senior years I really excelled.
1980 with a beer and Frank Zappa |
I took a year off after my undergraduate before heading to Southern Illinois University at Carbondale where I earned an MFA in Painting /Printmaking. For my first year at SIU, my thesis work
was in limbo. Then one day a scrimshaw shop opened up in this Midwestern town!
I wandered in to have a look and the owner actually knew who I was. He had
the Lesley Linsley Scrimshaw book!
He
wanted my artwork and offered me a trade for an amazing collection of Alaskan
Native Ivories as payment, some of which were over 2000 years old. Because of my interest
in my own Native American ancestry and these magnificent Alaskan Ivories, I did
my thesis on Native Alaskan Art and used the artifacts as models for large-scale paintings and prints. The chain of
events continues…..
NANTUCKET AND HONG
KONG
Unlike most MFAs, I decided NOT to
apply for any teaching jobs immediately after graduate school. I wanted some
life experience and told myself that I would not apply for any college positions
until I was 35 years old. I moved back to Nantucket and proceeded to become a
starving artist. I did teach some classes at Nantucket Artists Association and
painted houses in the winter but most of my income came from selling artwork.
In 1986 I met a witty, cute, and wonderful young woman.
She was so interesting,
a Chinese woman with an English accent and had brains to match her looks. She
was working only for the summer but was headed to Hong Kong that fall. Needless to say, I followed her to Hong Kong,
and we were married the next year. We lived in Hong Kong for a year before
returning to the USA. We lived outside Boston for about two years. I taught at
Bridgewater State College, and she wrote for newspapers. The chain of events continues…..
ALASKA
Now, this is where the chain of
events really gets strange. I applied for a one-year teaching position at the
University of Alaska. I knew that my interest in Alaska would be an asset, so I
applied. I got the position because of my knowledge of Alaska Native culture,
and my knowledge of ivory and
scrimshaw! I eventually was hired permanently and promoted to Associate
Professor. In Alaska, I was in my element. The land was wild, and the people were
too. I made some of the most important friendships of my entire life there. It
was a remarkable experience.
MINNESOTA
We arrived in Minnesota in 2001. My
wife was hired by Minnesota Public Television. In February we were blessed with
our second child, a sweet little girl. I began teaching at several schools.
It has been a huge adjustment, but I am sure that we are the only people to move
to Minnesota because the winters are warm!
FLORIDA
In 2006 I interviewed for a
teaching position in Florida. The week before the interview I bought a brand-new snow blower…. I got the job. So after selling my brand-new snow blower, we
moved to Florida.
So that is where this chain of
events has taken me. I have adapted to the warm climate, and I love my students. My
kids are happy and growing and my wife has a challenging job.
So when people ask me why I moved
to Florida, I usually say “I once dove into a shallow pool…….”
Larry Vienneau
Larry Vienneau
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