A couple of drawings of my design vision at 16… she got lost along the way and did ‘the right thing’, going to grad school…it feels funny looking back at them, but it feels good that I can still relate to that girl on some level.
I started drawing and painting from a young age. Then, I learned to put sentences together. I learned to do it so well, I never shut up, a fact consecutively confirmed to my mother and father at parent teacher conferences.
Since I had to exercise restraint and refrain from opening my trap in class as much, I started to write.
The more I wrote, the more I dropped visually expressing myself.
But, occasionally (REALLY occasionally), I find myself speechless.
That’s a lie.
I find myself quiet-er?
And I pick up charcoal or pastels.
I don’t title anything I draw or paint, which is weird since titles are big in writing…
If you have any suggestions for titles, would love to hear them… 😉