For Christmas, my brother gifted a daunting sketch pad, a shiny pencil and an unintentional dare: “Make art. Be creative.” He didn’t utter this, of course, and it wasn’t written on the inside cover with his loving note. No, my brother truly believes that I am creative. I’m not sure how I deceived him, but this is a charge to my character. I want to be artsy. I want to be unique enough to create things [not just pictures] from an unheard perspective. I have 68 empty pages of endless possibility. Surely, I can do this. My first drawing:
Isn’t that bad, but it started out with the intention of being a self-portrait. Ya. Well, I’m off to my church’s New Year’s service!
Have a great rest of the year!