When I was a child I loved to draw colorful, cartoonish characters that I would sell to classmates for pennies, or in trade for candy. I had quite a racket going until one of my surly teachers, who did not appreciate my obvious talents, put an end to my enterprise.
As an adult my left brain took over – balancing checking accounts, creating budgets, grocery lists, and survival plans. My artistic side went into hibernation – coming out occasionally to rescue a birthday party .
I’ve recently given my creative side more room to play and have discovered the art of sculpting with paper mache. It’s a forgiving medium and I’m learning as I go along. As I let myself get lost in the creative flow of artistic expression, I’m at ease. I almost feel like I did when I was back in grade school making pictures for pennies.
My first project was of my son in what I call his “magical, mystery-tour coat,” and the many animals he has rescued or adopted over the years.
He’s much cuter in real life.
I have several more sculptures in progress. The only real problem is that my friends and family are in danger of receiving one of my sculptures for Christmas.
After all, what else am I going to do with them?