In Our Own Image
Posted by Casey on July 1, 2007
Okay. What do I do to relax? Art. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always painted and drew. Even though I spent my childhood pursuing music and being known as a musician, my family thought my real talent was in art. I flipped a coin before college and decided to major in music. Then I spent all my breaks painting and my music sketch books (I was a composition major) were filled with as many drawings as musical themes and harmonic structures.
Sometimes I think I made the wrong choice of majors, but music was where my heart was at the time. So I pursued art as an avocation and took many classes over the years.
So I have some ideas rolling around in my chaotic brain and I wanted to do some sketches of kids without using any references. Just playing around until I got something that looked like a kid and going from there. When I was finished, I studied my result and saw something startling in the little girl staring back at me.
I was looking at me as a kid. Tomboyish, athletic, stubborn, curious. It was kind of scary that my subconscious could conjure that image so easily. Sometimes I really miss that kid . . .
And I just can’t stop playing . . . computers make great coloring books.