All it takes is a kiss to CHANGE a toad into a handsome prince.
I am not an artist, in fact, as you can witness, even my handwriting is skewed. But this is a fun initiative & it gets me out of my comfort zone. I've always wanted to be able to draw... when I was younger, I would have 'practice' after school. I would sit at my little desk, open a library book & copy an image (usually an animal). I remember drawing a horse once & feeling so proud because I believed it was just like the real thing!
This adoration ceased shortly after I turned 12. I was spending a summer in Poland. My mom bought me notebooks & I used to draw in them. My little cousin, Paulinka, even asked me to teach her. My aunt commented I was good at drawing & my mom said 'No, She is a writer. Monika (my older sister) is the artist.'
It's so silly but I remember crying about it & turning away from my notebooks, dropping the 'practice' sessions altogether. I was the writer, not the artist.Before I wanted to write, I wanted to dance Ballet. In fact, my first Halloween costume (we came to Canada when I was 8) was a princess dress; it was white with pink tissue. My mom bought me pink house slippers, that had round tips & were fitted to your foot. We couldn't afford Ballet classes, so I held other 'practice' sessions in my building's hallway. This consisted of swaying up & down the hall, trying to stand on my toes, like a real Ballerina..
Then, I got infatuated with reading & writing. It required no money for classes & I was good at telling stories, writing poems. I was the middle child & being a writer gave me a claim to fame, in my family. My parents supported & encouraged me, I remember the pleasure I felt when my father introduced me as 'l'ecrivaine' to his friends. I was only 9, but it gave me a solid identity. People reacted to me differently, like I was important. My elementary teachers favored me, I was the best student. I was creative; my dissertations were read in class, to serve as an example to the other children. I was hand picked to make a speech at the graduation ceremony. Life as a writer was very sweet. My 'practice' sessions consisted of working on my 'novel'. My first attempt, at 9 years old, was a crime novel; a bunch of kids, all older than me, were trying to solve a stabbing. I wish I had held on to my child hood work :-)
Since then, there's been many novels; some 20 000 words deep, abandoned, drifting in & out of the real world as I recycle, cut & re-write. There's been many finished short stories, too many bad poems (written when I was 16, talking about my 'king', lol)...Writing has been an important tool for my life journey.
The Artist has its easel & brush, I have my fingers, furtive on the cases of a laptop, or holding an eager pen on a sheet of paper. To this day, a blank sheet & dark ink, remains my image of freedom.