One of the things I do when I’m alone on location is draw. I love to sketch, although I’m far from gifted. I love to paint, but only with my fingers. I like taking pictures, but I don’t always capture what I see or more importantly what I feel, in the photograph. I was always a creative kid, as my parents would so gently put it. I had a couple of alter egos that I had fully developed by the age of 6. My mom’s favorite is “Mrs. Oojue”, a very bossy elementary school teacher who wore glasses and paced up and down the hallway giving English and math lessons. I also loved to draw. Apparently my signature drawing was a mother dog with a litter of 14 puppies. They were always spotted, and there was always a runt. I also drew brides, with long dresses. My mom says it was always more about the dresses, as the women were faceless, and usually no more detailed than stick figures. I don’t think we need to read to deep into it. Artistry runs in the family. My grandmother makes ceramics, and was one of the first women to be hired to create custom murals in places like LACMA, the MGM hotel in Vegas, and the San Diego airport.
I however, have never exceeded in that department. As much as I enjoy painting and drawing etc., it has never come as natural for me as it did for my brother. I like drawing my friends, and sometimes I play a funny game where I try to get people to guess who is in the picture. It usually ends in a giggle, with hands being thrown in the air signaling the “I give up”.
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