Recently, I added a photo essay to my portfolio that documents over 40 greeting cards that I made when I was a child. I am incredibly thankful that my mother thought it was a good idea to keep all of my childhood artwork. ALL of it. She has boxes upon boxes.
It's wonderful to look at them. Some are funny because I was actually trying to be funny, some are funny even though I wasn't trying to be funny. Some are outrageously creative (can I be that creative and uninhibited still, please?). They represent to me that creativity and art are part of who I am, and always have been. That I will carry creativity in my chest, between my ribs, and in my brain, wherever I go.
They also remind me of a time in life that I try to revisit and investigate often. Though I believe I had a beautiful childhood, full of wonder, freedom, and nature, it wasn't empty of darkness. These little pieces of art were made during the time that my father was dying. I don't remember everything that I was thinking or feeling then, but these are a window into the mind of a coping child, and I am thankful for that.
My favorite one is this:
It's just so inspiring.
View the rest of the project here.