In which I learn to love the magical healing powers of doodling thanks to Doodle Lit.
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Art intimidates me. Despite having to create weekly projects and crafts for my story time, “Art” is something that other people do. I merely follow instructions and create things out of repurposed items. I think my art phobia is because way back when I was in middle school I had this art teacher criticize my drawing of a tree. Dig it, the one thing I knew how to draw (what I thought) really well was a tree, complete with a hooting owl. I would draw that thing every where, on everything. When the day came for us to draw a tree in class I was all set to go, happily creating my masterpiece when the teacher saw my paper and asked what I was doing. When I replied that I was drawing a tree he told me that was wrong and proceeded to do some sketchy thing with his pencil to create a tree.
Ever since I found myself admiring art but not really partaking, leaving it to real artists.
I will doodle but even that is not a carefree endeavor. I feel like my doodles need to mean something, that my spirals are not right and a whole host of other things that take a mindless activity into Honors Calc.
With Jennifer Adams and Alison Oliver’s Doodle Lit, here is a whole book encouraging readers to draw…on the classics.