Back when I (thought I) was an artist

Last time my Aunt K came to visit she brought this with her.

My aunt K is the kind of aunt who saves and archives things like old photographs, art projects and inspiring drawings from her children and artistically delusional niece, puts them in file folders and dates the back.

That’s how I know this was from 1992-1993. Because Aunt K wrote it in pencil on the back right corner to remind me how brilliant I was when I was 8 years old.

Brilliant.

Like this shirt.

Now, I feel like I should comment here, let you know that the ukelele hanging out by that hat is actually supposed to be a guitar, but the size of that hat and lack of horse feet probably indicates I had a little to learn about proportions and gravity.

But this drawing reminds me of a time in my life when I really believed that I could be anything, and a gifted artist was one of these things.

An olympic figure skater, a talk show host, a rodeo queen/Miss America, a veterinarian horse whisperer, novelist and famous singer like Reba McEntire were some of the other things.

Turns out I may have hit my artistic peak at 8 years old.

Turns out I was never really “gifted” in this area, no matter my hopes and dreams…
New Drawing

Same goes with the figure skating thing.

But I hung that picture on my fridge anyway, because it reminds me of my Aunt K and that little girl who believed she would cherish this magnificent piece of art forever and ever.

And it turns out I was right about some things.

Peace, Love and Precious Childhood Delusions,

Jessie

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “Back when I (thought I) was an artist

  1. Hey, my mother saved all those old drawings of mine too. I may get back to it someday. You are very, very, talented, and can still be whatever you want. Go for it, whatever it is you want to do.

  2. Aunt K also kept boxes & boxes worth of her daughter’s “artwork” & newspaper clippings, which she now occasionally sends to her granddaughter in an attempt to embarrass said daughter. She is the best archivist, but sometimes I question her motives…. hehehe

  3. But you are an artist. A literary artist.

    People often use the word “art” to talk about paintings and maybe sculptures, and they forget about the other arts. Writing is an art, and perhaps the only one actually useful to society. This words, this blog you’re writing are art for the simple fact that you use it to transmit your feelings to an audience. Someday a 30th-century anthropologist will be reading WordPress to learn about our society, and your blog will cover a big part of that research. It will be printed and put in museums and expositions about North Dakota’s ancient ruins. And people will love it, not only because it’s history, but because it’s art. maybe it’s not the kind of art you thought back then, but it’s equally beautiful.

    And by the way, I could never draw a horse to save my life, so you’re not that bad.

  4. Your post reminds me of my daughter when she was that age. Loved horses, but she never had “aspirations”. I think she regrets growing up! When she was 10-12 she wanted to be a cat breeder. We had to tell her that cats are pretty good at that all on their own! ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Next year she’s off to art school.
    Love the poncho!

  5. The other day, while I was at work, my sister stole my iPad
    and tested to see if it can survive a forty foot drop, just so she can be a youtube sensation.
    My apple ipad is now destroyed and she has 83 views. I know this is totally off topic but I had to share
    it with someone!

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