I just stumbled across Kelly Lasserre’s art blog. Her work is fun and pleasant. Some is cute, some quirky, some just is what it is. It has a delightful childlike quality.
Which reminds me of when I was young, trying my own hand at drawing, and how plagued I was by the little voice in my head that constantly demanded straighter lines, more perfect circles and, later, more life-like renderings of people and trees and things. It’s a voice I’m still plagued by, which is why I only rarely try my hand at artistic work. I focus too much on the technical side of my work, and not enough on the creative.
The vast majority of children suffer from this same lack of confidence. They put pen to paper and create art but fail to recognize it as such. Papers are crumpled up, tossed in the garbage, and our children go on to become lawyers, engineers, and hot dog vendors. And pimps and presidents.
No revelations this morning, I suppose. But I am thankful for people like Kelly.