From a fairly young age, 5-6 years old, I spent alot of time drawing…it simply felt natural to me. After all, we are all wired to reproduce images and memories.
My mother encouraged me, maybe to keep me out of her hair? Drawing and painting has always been my alone place where I find myself. I got pretty good at drawing and it became important to my self esteem.
When I started using brushes pastels, etc. to create 2D illusions with color I realized the challenge and difficulty…and..the real magic that could be made.
Now I get satisfaction from creating and crafting art, from growing plants, making music..yada yada..without any external stresses. Just my inner struggles to face…as usual.
I think the world would be a better place if more people created things and felt constructive rather than being consumed with consumption itself. There’s pride and satisfaction in making things.