My parents recently were de-cluttering their house and came across a pile of my art that they had saved from my youth. They gave it to me a few weeks ago and it was a nostalgia trip for me to look through it all. Some of the pieces I remembered but thought they were lost forever so having them now is really fun.
A school art project from 1973
The piece above is one I did when I was about five years old. I guess in school each of us was given a single feather and some black paint and could do whatever we wanted with it. The teacher told my mom that I was going to be an artist some day. I'm not sure exactly what she saw in me or my art projects that made her believe that but it has always amazed us how she could predict such a thing way back then. Picasso once said, "Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up." I give my parents so much credit for never discouraging my artistic endeavors no matter how silly they must of seemed. It would of been so easy for someone to squelch my artistic expressions with criticism and it might of made me self-conscious and soured my excitement to create. It must of taken some faith to encourage me to go to art school and pursue a career in design not knowing how I would actually make a living. I think after 25 years of getting paid to do design I can officially thank them for their support of my dream.
A drawing from second grade.
Another drawing from second grade. This one was mounted on a blue piece of craft paper and my name stapled to it from when the teacher displayed it in the classroom.