I admire the work of true artists. Some of the blog friends I have met through the last few months are so creative with their art. I, however, have not been blessed with such talent. It was obvious early in my life that I should not pursue a career in art. I would never make a living at it - no one would buy what I offered for sale. But I did try to share my view of life and the world around me. I did try to portray what my young mind saw. Here are a few of my not-award-winning pieces. A portrait of my mother obviously showed how I viewed her. While my perspective was off by a long-shot my view of her was right! A mother with a big smile. Notice that she is just head - with a BIG smile - and legs. And her purse!
It didn't get better as time passed. The following year - in First Grade - I missed a few important details. Like the shape of the spots on cows. By the time I was in Second Grade no hidden talent suddenly surfaced. One of the favorites that my dear mother saved was my rendition of 'The Shepherds'. She always thought the shepherd on the left looked like George Washington. I have to agree.Interestingly enough, there are talented artists in my family. My grandmother and my aunt were very good. My cousin offers his work for sale in galleries near his home. They were gifted with the enviable ability to translate what they saw - with their eyes or their imaginations - into works of grace and beauty. I did inherit artistic, creative talents. Mine are in music. I'm very happy with that.