Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day

I'm of the opinion that anyone could be an artist. Most little kids start out loving to draw, the problem is that somewhere along the line, they give it up. And the reason that most give it up is that someone, somewhere points out the obvious--that they are not a good artist. And then they put away their pencil and don't ever pick it up again. Nobody begins as a great artist, it takes hours and hours of work to become one, but every time a disparaging word is said to one of those young would-be artists, the world loses another talent.

I was lucky to have parents who offered the kind of encouragement that convinced me that I was a great artist until my talent approached their praise. They were my biggest supporters and I wish that they were alive to see what I've been able to do with my art. (Although I'd like to think that they've got a pretty good wireless connection where they are.)

In honor of my parents, here's a strip that my Dad came up with for me.


  1. Hee, hee! My ten year old son and I both laughed at the same time when we read this together just now. :)

  2. Your dad was a pretty funny guy.

  3. It's interesting to read your blog backwards because I just read the one about the primary song time leader saying you were off key and how it squashed all desire to sing. I guess the same theory holds true for music as well as artistry.