So far this week, I don’t have much I’m able and/or willing to show the world from my sketchbook, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to talk about a recent life-changing event that has helped shaped my identity as an artist.
29 years ago, 2 months, and 15 days ago (give or take 8 days for leap years), I was born. I was brought home to the most loving family: a strong older sister, a peaceful dad, and an extraordinary mother. From there you can read my bio and get the abridged version of how the next 28 years went. About halfway into 28, as I was struggling daily to teach Algebra to teenagers, Laura and I found each other. The last time I had seen her was on my Zeroth birthday; she is my birthmother.
Upon our reconnection, we took turns flooding the other’s inbox with lots of love, thankfulness, and questions. There was an immediate familiarity, as well as an endless supply of things I wanted to know about her. While there is lots to tell (you are guaranteed to hear more about her on here), for this post I will focus on only one of my many, many fond discoveries about Laura: She is an Artist! A wonderful, thoughtful, incredibly creative, and talented Artist! She lives in DC, has four beautiful and brilliant kids, and makes the most gentle, intriguing, and enchanted pieces. Looking at her detailed sketches is like opening a present for half an hour. That’s how I felt when she gave me this as a card the 2nd birthday of mine we’ve ever celebrated together (the big 2-9, last October):
I believe a tendency for creating art can come from anywhere and everywhere, but finding out that I had it in my DNA was validating for me. It helped make sense of the subtle, but constant pull I’ve felt to express my artistic side, and how the things I make have always meant more to me than even my [miraculously] slightly above average score on some really hard PChem exams (miraculous because if you asked me what a wavefunction is now, I’d probably just try to draw Schrodinger’s Cat). I finally felt I had a reason to acknowledge it, and perhaps, make something of it.
Anywho (I’ve learned that my biological maternal grandmother used this segway as frequently as I do…), discussing what art and the process of creating art does to us has become a defining characteristic of our most unique and special friendship. She has offered much advice, and as my finest artist mentor, has played a large part in my decision to see what comes of a full-time existence in the art realm. I am ecstatic and eternally grateful to learn about and know her, and so thankful that because she is who she is, my right-brain is now much better lit.
I can keep going, but for the sake of brevity and saving some for later, I’ll call it a night.