Do I make you uncomfortable?
Wednesday, November 9, 2011 at 6:10AM Becuase I sure make myself uncomfortable. A lot. Katie tells me this is high art: the ability to cause a degree of squirming among one's consumers. Well, okay, I guess.
As usual, it took my kids to cement this notion for me. The 14-year-old girl has turned into quite the artist. I've always been able to draw things that look like the things they are supposed to be. As long as I have a picture to reference, I'm golden. But she doesn't need that. She pulls stuff out of her head.
And sometimes, it's a little...curious. One such curiosity, in the form of a study, has been resting on the kitchen table for some time. Her older sister, now 17 (yes, I know; I'm not sure how it happened, either, but when I find out who is responsible I will give that party a piece of my mind).
Her older sister, now 17, angrily flipped it over one day.
"That gives me the creeps. I can't even look at it."
Ahhhhh. Nice job, Middle Child. You fulfilled the first mission of an artist. Now it's my job to make sure you know it and that you don't stop. The last thing I want is for you to be all hung up about it like I am.
The purpose of art is to convey emotion and evoke a response. I will try to keep that in mind.
Reader Comments (2)
Post a picture! I want to see!
I'll have to get the finished product. She wasn't happy with the study, because the colors didn't blend properly. She's such a perfectionist.
I have no idea how she came by that trait. Nope. None at all.