I’m back home in Halifax now and trying desperately to get back into the groove of things. I am definitely still an hour behind, because I simply can’t get up on time in the morning since I’ve been back! Its after ten already and I’m finally just getting to work! Oh well. One of these days I’ll get back to normal sleeping habits, and I suppose it could be much, MUCH worse! (I could be sleeping til noon!!!)
During my last few days in Ontario I went rummaging through my old bedroom closet and found my old art folder. It’s basically artwork that has been collected since kindergarten. I LOVE looking at the old stuff and seeing all the changes, and the pieces that I was so proud of as a kid. There are a few that really stand out for me. For example the drawing of the queen because I remember coping it from a book cover, and I spent so much time on the details. When it was done I felt like I had made something magical. I had no idea I could draw that way! I remember thinking “WHOA, drawing is amazing!!!! You can do anything!!!”.
I was so passionate about drawing as a kid. I would happily draw for hours, but there were hours of misery too when I couldn’t quite figure out how to draw something. I always tried my absolute best at drawing. I remember going through almost every drawing how-to book at the library until there were none left to choose from. I tried to learn as much as I could!
Its nice to look back and remember that feeling that started so young! That feeling of great accomplishment when you finish something you are so proud of. For some reason its harder to feel that way now, but maybe if I am a little more light-hearted and playful when I sit down to work the feeling will return! Art was always a fun challenge, and it was something I did for myself! These are feelings that somehow got a little lost as I grew up, but so important to remember because that is the very reason I even picked up a pencil in the first place. It was extremely exciting and it made me happy.
Voila, my childhood artwork:
I believe the remainder of the work was made around grade 3 and 4…This is a drawing I made for a Remembrance Day ceremony at school:
I guess the fascination with drawing cats started young…
I remembering drawing this in school one afternoon in grade 4, my first year of French Immersion…I had been studying a ton of art books, and copying drawings from them. I wanted to be a REAL artist and sign my name, and the date, and a little description of the day….
Well, I hope you’ve enjoyed my little trip down memory lane! Have a very goood Friday, and a lovely weekend!