Gratitude
My favorite things
When I was a little girl, I used to love to paint. I would scribble, draw, doodle, fingerpaint...you name it. I remember when I was in the first grade, my teacher Ms. Hill gave my drawing of a girl's face not one but two gold stars. I admired those stars the whole week as my painting hung up on the blackboard. But quickly things changed and the desire to "fit in and be normal" kicks in. It wasn't long before I wanted to trade in my Pink Converse with the crazy striped socks for Nikes, because that's what the "cool" kids wore. Artists were eccentric, crazy and "weird" and all I wanted to do was fit in.
Time marched on and I did my best to do the mainstream thing. But it just never felt right. Why? Because I was eccentric...slightly crazy... and most times "weird". Who was I fooling, I am an artist at heart.
On this Thanksgiving day, I am thankful that the Universe had the good sense to deliver me to a father who shares my passion for creating. I remember once when I was about 8 years old, he had me pose in front a giant sheet of paper taped to his studio wall admist hot lights so that he could trace the contours of my profile. He was eccentric...slightly crazy and sometimes weird. Thank God. So when the time came for me to break out my Gesso, acrylics and raggedy paint brushes again, I received full support. I was born to him for a reason, it is clear. Where this road I am going down leads is anybody's guess. But I love what I am doing right now...that is for sure.
Before I go have some turkey (gobble, gobble), I would like to share this YouTube video of the beginning of a documentary about the 1000 Journals Project. I haven't seent the film yet, but you know I'll give a review when I do! I think this opening is particularly cool. Check it out over there on the right hand side of this screen.
Happy Thanksgiving!