My sister was always the creative one in the family - taking art classes, sketching, drawing, painting, crafting. She bought my brother and I sketchbooks but I never really got into drawing until high school. Then, all of a sudden, I became pretty good at drawing, and it seemed to come out of nowhere. I always wondered where we 3 got our creative side - that stuff seems to run in families, but my mom and dad never drew, painted, or honestly had time to indulge in creative stuff. There were no artists in my family, on either side, that I knew of...
I'm reminded of a story my mom told me about when she was a kid: her family had so little that she had a certain number of sheets of paper to use at school. She had to use every scrap, writing in the margins, using front and back, because when she ran out, there was no money to buy more. Paper was so precious, it went without saying that there was nothing to draw on. She had to quit school at an early age and work full-time to support her mom and younger siblings. I never forget how different her life was from mine.
Early this year, when my dad was sick, my mom took an acrylic painting class with my sister, to take her mind off the stress of constant worrying. And she was nervous at first, really hesitant to draw, but seemingly overnight, she progressed so, so quickly. I was blown away by her work when I went home in September:
I was amazed by the tiny details and this instinct she has for using color. In just 7 months time she is light years ahead of my sister and I, and her skill puts our years of practice to shame. :) It felt so strange to see the colorful, paint-splattered kitchen sink, and be discussing drawing with my mom. So strange and so nice, to think that at any time of your life, at any age, you can find something amazing within yourself you never knew was there before. So, from now on, when anyone asks me where I got my creative streak, I have my answer. Oh, of course. I got that from my mom. :)