Over this past weekend, my 11-year old son decided to completely redo his room, which entailed taking everything off his walls that’s been up since he was two. In the process, I helped him decide what to keep and what to ditch. The pirate flag made the cut, but not much else. I’ve been meaning to put together a scrap book of his early artwork, but there isn’t a whole lot to work with. I have never once heard him ask to draw – instead we spent his early years riding public transit where he could get his fill of talking to strangers. We’d go to the zoo to be with his favorite animals: people!
Needless to say, his scrap book will be thin. Mine, however, is a bit thicker, and as I flipped through it the other day, it brought me back to those rainy Seattle days growing up when my art pad was my best companion.
Here is a sampling…
My first try with a needle and thread.
One of my favorites.
Definitely ’70s influenced.
The clock on our mantle.
This one may work its way into a future fabric print somehow.
There’s got to be a story that goes along with this one.