I developed into a print media junkie at an early age. It is an obsession I have never been able to shake – a habit I can’t seem to kick – newspapers, magazines, books, posters, zines, flyers, you name it. If it has been run through a printing press at some point in time, chances are I had it horded on a shelf or in a storage area somewhere.
As a child I loved to draw. My earliest artistic memory was of coloring with my mom. I had a big cookie tin full of crayons, and I would sit on the floor and draw all day long. I remember on this particular day my mother joined me, and we drew dragons. Naturally I grabbed the green Crayola as fast as I could. Mom chose red. I thought she was really lame drawing a red dragon. Everyone knows dragons are supposed to be green. I mean really now mom, how uncouth of you.
So when our dragons were done, we held them up. Her dragon looked really cool… and mine looked, well, really uncool. I got upset and broke my green crayon. How dare it fail me! This incident taught me three very valuable lessons: 1) Doing things the way they are supposed to be done isn’t always the answer. Sometimes going against the grain yields surprising results. 2) As far as art is concerned: there are no standards, rules, or guidelines as “how to” or “how not to” do something. 3) Red dragons definitely look cooler than green dragons, and I suppose I shouldn’t have blamed the crayon.
Oh…I guess maybe that’s four valuable lessons.
Lessons I still keep with me to this day. Thanks, Mom.