Those who've known me for a while know that I am an artist. I create stuff out of other stuff and occasionally out of nothing at all, but that's a lot more work. I adore words and have a passion for them, but I also love working with other forms of art. Like dancing or swordfighting or painting.
I've always loved to draw and paint, and I even have a few pieces of which I am extraordinarily proud.
|Smaug, one of my favourite dragons.|
This is the dragon I sketched while I was supposed to be working on math competition work. And Daddy dear, before you get indignant that I wasn't paying attention to you, please observe that the above drawing is almost entirely lines. That style of drawing helps me concentrate, just like knitting helps me listen better. I was listening most attentively. I promise.
Gosh, you might think that I like Tolkien, too. Hint: I do.
It was a fundraiser for our local (hehe, it's Western Maine - I do not think that mean what you think it means) hospital. We were doing art classes based on the works of Rudyard Kipling. This is my painting of The Cat Who Walked By Himself. It sold for over a hundred dollars at auction which made ten-year-old me very, very, very excited.
I got bored of writing one day, a while ago. I'd been typing for a while and my eyes were starting to ache from staring at the screen for so long. I'd dreamed about painting with watercolors just before I woke up that morning, so I decided to do some. I found some envelopes and set about painting them with no particular intent, pattern, or design, just what happened to show up. Hint: that's the way I do a lot of things.
I proceeded quite merrily with brother #5 watching me intently from the other side of the table and running a commentary on how lovely they were and what was I going to do with them?
Huh. Do with them? You mean I have to do something besides have them in my letter box to be pretty and make me smile?
I guess I have some letters to write, since I kind of intended to mail the envelopes. I'm not a big fan of mailing empty envelopes, and these ones are too small to put cookies in. Sorry, folks.
So anyway, I do lots of other stuff besides writing, when the mood strikes. Every so often it strikes violently and I am left breathless, staring at a piece of paper in bewilderment.
Copyright 2016 by Annie Louise Twitchell