This morning, I sat with coffee. Soon after, I told Max that I’d get dressed for a walk. And, this is what happened. (The LOOK ON HIS FACE!)
While I was downstairs, digging out the next pair of track pants, I tucked away a Christmas box in the closet and came upon my sketchbook…1968-1972. Oh my goodness! I propped myself up on my bed and took a look and all sorts of memories came up. For one, at some point, my sister signed every one of my drawings. She was just a wee little girl and she must have held me in some sort of esteem…or, the drawings. As I think about my former Junior High art students, I think these sketches are very rudimentary. There’s nothing at all impressive about them. What’s with the solid contour lines? They look like colouring book drawings. Hmmm….f
I wrote little poems along the way…sentimental poems…what were they about? I guess I’ve always been a dreamer. Sketches and thoughts from 52 years ago…
So my trip down the rabbit hole began. And Max, patiently waited.
Well I would say I cant believe someone has journals so far back, but knowing you I believe it. And finding references to others. We can see your talents in both art and writing. I would be pleased to even be able to sketch as well now as you did then.
Thank you, Pat. It was a fun morning, rediscovering these drawings and doing a bit of digging. I am grateful for my wonderful teachers and so many beautiful friends, along the way.