Biography of Fax Sinclair Born June 4 1951

 

My first full sentence was "I want to be Ed Sullivan."  OK, I was having some gender confusion. 

 

As I got older I did everything I could to follow the muse of performing.  This was in Coalinga, a town of 3,000 out in the California foothills.  But I found remarkable teachers in the (then) excellent school system.  My junior year I was one of three high school students accepted to a Pasadena Playhouse summer program.  Upon graduation I was accepted to American Conservatory Theater (A.C.T.) in San Francisco and studied there for two seasons.

 

Finally Los Angeles  woke me to the fact that my beloved artform grew ever stranger the closer it got to real money.  And that I was a guppy who was lucky not to have been discovered yet!  My then Husband, Alex Fontain and I moved north and attended various colleges, until finally at Sonoma State I was informed I could no longer take English or writing courses because I had basically had them all and would now have to study math and things like that, so I dropped out. 

 

We fled to the Oregon woods and I embraced the sweet muse of poetry.   We were silversmiths.

 

By some miracle I began workshopping short stories with Kate Wilhelm and Damon Knight,  

 

I auditioned for Ken Keasy's 2nd Annual Perennial Poetic Hoo Haw and ended up doing publicity for the event and becoming a member (for a very short time) of It'sArt (Intrepid Trips Society for Aesthetic Revolutionary Training.)

 

Around this same time I helped to form The Radar Angels.  A "support group" for women to pursue their artistic, spiritual, literary or fantasy selves.(dot com for Jell-O Art and other zaniness.)  We began putting on Mardi Gras events and art shows where I often appeared as Marlena Deitrich.  Life was fun in Eugene.

 

As I got older I wandered off the path of art.  I was in a bad car wreck and those old injuries ganged up on me in 2001 and caused me to stop working.  By then I was living happily on the Big Island with my husband Peter Weinstock, dog Pookie and cat Gozsr. 

 

I wanted to take a picture of the sunset or sunrise on the farm almost everyday so we got a digital camera.  I fell into the macro lens.  I could go outside and photograph the same flowers over and over, forgetting everything else for awhile!

 

Peter started telling me that I had a good "eye."  And finally I believed him.  Now I sell to galleries on the island and have won some awards.  It's like waking up to find a Faberge egg on my pillow!

 

I don't know how I ended up in an art form full of numbers and equipment.  Words to describe me might be: airy, or flighty!  The word grounded would not instantly jump to mind.

 

But I love my camera for the  glimpses of nature that come up on my screen and fill me with awe.