Monday, June 25, 2007
Miss the art
There was a time that I could not keep enough paper on hand for Sam. He loved to draw, and he'd sit at the kitchen table and draw for hours. Of course, most all his drawings centered around trains and tug boats, but he dearly loved them and loved to recreate them on paper from his head. He never looked at anything. Just sat there drawing from memory. He drew the above montage when he was only nine. And, his perception was uncanny. He'd draw things with depth, like trains coming around the track towards you and, believe it or not, he'd even sometimes start from the back of the train and draw forward. Oh to be in his brain for only a day to understand how he sees things and how it works.
But, in the past year or so, he's drawn little, if any, and I miss his artful creations. He just does not feel compelled to draw any longer for some reason. His talent is not one that can be just called upon. He either is in the mood, or he's not. Maybe it's the hormones of adolescence and once things are settled down, he'll pick it back up. I miss seeing him immersed in his drawings, though I have tons and tons from years past. However, I'd love to see what his now almost 15 year old brain might create.