My grandparents had this old genuine slate chalkboard. When I was a kid Pop Pop would draw a picture on it for me whenever I visited. I excitedly would run in to see my picture. This made me feel really special. Later on he would teach me how to draw the picture myself. I struggled but learned to draw boats, houses, cars, dogs, cats etc.
Later on in life I fought the instinct to make art. The pursuit of art making doesn't guarantee reward. Shouldn't I be doing something more practical with my time? But still this pull inside me calls me to do the work anyway. Now I continue despite, connecting the past with the present and creating the future.
