"Memories flow gently through the river of life, scattering seeds of wisdom and history, creating roots to strengthen and encourage the growth of future generations. The simplest stories of our lives will remain behind as our richest legacy."~Paula Stallings Yost~
("A Fairy Tale" , don't you love the way I was practicing signing my art, just a little over the top! This has been matted and framed and given to my daughter as a gift.)
When I was a young girl I was always doodling on any scrap of paper that was handy at the moment. My mother would buy me these sketch books called Big Tablets. They were like a grade school writing tablet without the lines only thicker. I would scribble and draw on every page almost as fast as she would buy them. I dreamed of owning a real artists sketch book with a spiral binding and a real set of drawing pencils.
I would pretend I was an artist and drag my yellow number 2 pencil, blue BIC pen, and Big Tablet with me everywhere I would go in case I saw something sketch worthy. I remember once tearing out a sheet and taping it to the side of my grandmothers propane tank, this was my easel, and settling my uncles milking stool beside it while I sketched the old barn in the upper field. I didn't have any real artist charcoal to sketch with so I took a piece of charcoal from the barbecue grill and whacked it with a hammer until I got to a workable sized piece.
("Forest Friends" , I loved drawing cute little animals. All the sketches in this post were done when I was in the 7th or 8th grade.)
Fast forward a few months and it was Christmas. My Uncle Charlie, who was never overly affectionate but extremely observant, handed me a package with a twinkle in his eye. I opened the gift and tears stung my eyes, inside was a real artist sketch pad, drawing set, charcoal pencils, and a tin of watercolors with a real wooden handled brush. When I looked up at him my grin was as bright as the sun and he gave me a slow deliberate wink. Every Christmas after that one he gave me some sort of an art kit, paint by numbers, candle making, weaving, etc. He saw in me a need to create and he fostered that creativity by exposing me to many different mediums through his gifts.
("Shrimp Man", if I remember correctly this was a picture I copied from a fairy tale book.)
My mother often became exasperated with my sketching obsession as I ran through reams of erasable bond typing paper, index cards, and writing paper which were supposed to be school supplies but were never safe from my pen or pencil. When I finished my assignments I would sketch on whichever I had handy. I was often in trouble for this. Again, the pain of punishment was far out weighed by the joy I derived from drawing.
(This was a practice of a self portrait on erasable bond typing paper, not exactly the best choice for drawing on, I got grounded for this one.)
These days I doodle more with words on paper rather than pictures, but if you really think about it they are one and the same, these life sketches. One is visual and you literally see it come to life on paper as an image emerges. The other is mental, it paints a picture on the page that must be seen with the minds eye. They are both short descriptive summaries of what we see and experience in life. Life sketches are glimpses into our personal history that contribute to making us who or what we are.
("The Writer", remember those cute Holly Hobby like characters? This was my interpretation of one. Maybe she represented a little bit of my dream to write.)
My uncle was a farmer and knew a great deal about growing crops and raising cattle. He delighted in watching things take root and grow. He encouraged growth in the area of creativity by providing me with a rich variety of nourishment which rooted my love for art. He took great pleasure in watching my skills grow. I often gifted him with framed sketches that he proudly hung on his bedroom walls and took down for guests to look at.
(This was a sketch I did as part of an English assignment, we were to write and illustrate a poem. Mine was about a Native American woman weaving a blanket.)
The last thing he saw my hands create was an elaborate embroidered pillow that told a story of friendship with each embellishment that was placed upon it. I sat day after day beside his hospital bed stitching away as we talked and I really got to know him in a way I never had before. When I snipped the last colorful thread he gruffly said, "Here, let me see that." His rough work worn hands grown weak trace every design as he looked it over front and back. Handing it back to me he said, "It'll do." Which was as much of a compliment as I was going to get but we both knew that it held a world of meaning.
("Royal Rat", I think he was copied from a fairy tale book too. Does he not look like Reep A Cheep from The Chronicles of Narnia?)
My aunt, his sister, later told me how much he talked about that pillow and how pretty it was when she visited him. She said he was so proud of me. The feeling was mutual as I sat and watched him day by day valiantly battle a disease that inflicted pain and suffering without one complaint. You see, the joy he derived from life far out weighed the pain of disease. He just kept living, pushing through the pain, just like I kept sketching, for the pure joy of it.
("Flowers" is a sketch of flowers in my grandmothers garden, it was left unfinished.)
The very last words he said to me were, "I love you, too." They were to be the first, last, and only time I would hear them from his lips but I always knew they were in his heart. His deep silent love and simple observation of a little girls need to draw remains one of her richest legacies and most beautiful of life sketch memories.
Blessings,
Miss Sandy
Last week I introduced you to a wonderful artist, Toni Kelly, of A Spattering. Her paintings are just amazing and I am sure you will love getting to know her.
Karen was inspired by the publication, Where Women Create, as well as a post over at Bella Dreams, where Denise posted some photos of her studio space. These inspirations got Karen's juices flowing thinking there must be many more gorgeous studios and work spaces out there in blog land. Karen's invitation is to join her in a blog party to share your creative space whether it be a full blown studio space, a converted closet, or a humble kitchen table.
Isn't she adorable? I found this paper doll sheet at a free online paper doll site. I can't find the link to give proper credit so if you know, please let me know. Feel free to download and use her in your paper crafting. Enjoy!
