Can’t decide on a paint color or wallpaper? Grab a marker and go to town. That’s what British artist Charlotte Mann does for a living – and it’s awesome.
This morning on my way to work, I kept thinking that the geese in the sky were pterodactyls. I must have done five double-takes (or a deca-take?), laughing at myself every time. Unfortunately for my fellow commuters, I think this was a clear sign I was still half asleep.
Pterodactyls were always my favorite dinosaur. I was obsessed with dinosaurs as a kid. I think it started in first grade: we had what we called Sixth Grade Buddies, and my sixth grade buddy just so happened to be my best friend’s sister. It was great because as a class, we would go to the sixth graders classroom and marvel at how big and adult they all were. So my buddy started to teach me how to draw. Specifically, how to draw dinosaurs. I thought she was pretty much the coolest thing ever, and so my mind also made the assumption that dinosaurs must then be really cool too. I started to read up on dinosaurs: what they looked like, what period they lived in, what they ate, how big they were, even their anatomy. I cried because my parents wouldn’t let me go see Jurassic Park when it came out, Land Before Time was my favorite movie, and my favorite tv show was Land of the Lost (Nickelodeon). Dinosaurs, yeah!!
(I’ve always been a reader, despite my recent lull. I learned to read pretty early on and got pretty good at it. In elementary school we had this reading program called Book It!, and for every book I read, I would get a hole punched into my little Book It card, and after five books I could get a free personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut. I averaged a pizza a week.)
So every Monday (I think it was Mondays), I met with my buddy Barbara and we would draw dinosaurs. And that is pretty much the only thing I remember from first grade.
So by middle school, I knew about as much as a thirteen year old could know about dinosaurs. And I could draw them pretty well! I bet I had at least a couple sketchbooks full of dinosaur drawings. In my seventh grade English class, we had one of those English textbooks with about a hundred short stories and weighed thirty-six pounds. As a class, we probably only got through maybe 30% of it by the end of the semester. But because I loved reading, I read the rest of it for fun. One story stuck out: The Smallest Dragonboy. My obsession of dinosaurs VERY quickly turned into an obsession of dragons. Anne McCaffrey (RIP) became one of my favorite authors, I’ve read almost all of her Dragonriders of Pern series (I recommend!!). And I started to draw dragons. And watch dragon movies. And read more dragon books. And collect dragon figurines. I remembered a book I had bought at one of the elementary school book fairs called Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher and read it again, and again.
I’m stopping there because I just realized there is really no point in my writing this post at all. Except to show how obsessive and weird I am.
Mission Accomplished! 🙂
Did anyone else get this song stuck in their head?
Gotta love stumbleupon. No, this is not going towards my 100 hours of art, since I spent all of three minutes playing around 🙂