Spanish artist, Pablo Picasso was a prolific draftsman, sculptor, and printmaker, and he revolutionized the 20th century with his extraordinary art.
Today, I’d like to introduce 21st century budding artists—nine-year-old, Grace and eight-year-old, Gannon. Read the rest of this entry
Back in high school, I sure didn’t receive any love from my art teacher. The “C” scrawled on my report card should’ve been my first clue. The teacher then had the audacity to tell me I didn’t have an artistic bone in my body.
Humph.
My drawings and paintings weren’t too shabby. Heck, I even patted myself on the back with her yardstick.
Unfortunately, her poisonous words crushed my creative spirit, and I tossed my sketch pad aside for twenty-two years.
My creative spark ignited at the age of five.
My Finnish Nana peered over her spectacles. “Tracu (she couldn’t pronounce my name), you veddy to learn?”
My stomach fluttered with wings of anticipation. I leaned forward and nodded like the bobber on dad’s fishing line. I was eager, ready, and willing to accept the torch about to be passed on.
My mentor wagged a wrinkled finger. I squirmed on the nubby cushion on her pull-out sofa-bed, wedged behind the dresser in the smelly, moth ball, one room attic apartment. Read the rest of this entry
