drawing
My mother had a drawing on the fridge in the basement when I was a kid, it was a still life of shoes. It was a drawing done by her I found out out years later, a talent my mother never fully pursued. Life got in the way kids, work, etc. but she always encouraged the arts in her kids. As a kid I took drawing classes at the Royal Ontario Museum in the summers with my friends Jeremy and Michael, some of my fondest memories as a kid.
Drawing for me too eventually became a talent not fully pursued. Then I had a child, Abby, and I realized the power of the little things in life, the subtle nudges you get growing up, the drawings on a fridge, and realized that I should leave some of my own. So recently I decided to relearn how to draw, here is some of the things I have been drawing lately.