From My Mind to the World

My Inspiration

I think that my love for art and creativity has been instilled in me from a very young age. Some of my warmest memories are those that I have with my mother. She let me paint before I could walk apparently, because the canvases that I have from when I was very young resemble blobs to me, though she can tell me what each item is. Whether we would have had the most money in the world or were the poorest of the poor, she would still have had us making necklaces out of double-sided laminate and colored dots from the hole puncher. She never questioned my crazy ideas or "way out there" themes. The hot glue gun was our favorite tool and the things that we created with it were magical. No one other than my mother could help me make a life-sized man out of trash and recyclables. I remember how much fun I used to have collecting wild flowers for her to dry. And what other mother would find a clay rhinoceros with your dog's baby teeth as the horns not disturbing? She never questioned my obsession with colored socks, even if they never matched the rest of my outfit, and she still humored me when I presented to her, the millionth butterfly picture. Over all, creating things with my mother will always be special to me, and I hope that some day I can seem equally as eccentric to my children. :)