Most of my early years, I had a wonderful creative side. I remember making things, most of which my Mom still has, such as a wooden rooster with a clothes pin on top to hold the recipe you are working on. I was also lucky enough in grade school to make a plate with a piece of art on paper infused inside of it. I choose Garfield and it turned out really well. You can see where I had to erase lines and fix crooked spots, lol. I spent a lot of time trying to make is straight, the yet the lines wavered. I think that is where the art lies. In things that are a little off and can’t be reproduced. In grade school, I remember I had a friend named Drew. Not sure when or last name, started with a B maybe. But he drew whales and he taught me how to. I had a lot of fun drawing killer whales. I remember he was mad at me because I could/would draw the thing he was drawing. So I taught him what I knew to draw, helicopters. All was forgiven 🙂
Presently I still have unfinished art work. But I think that God leads you down paths for a reason. And I feel uninspired to finish them. I think that if I had found another creative outlet when I was younger, let’s say graffiti, I would be totally enveloped in art.
Hold onto young ideas.