As a teenager, I fancied myself as an artist. I could copy drawings and pictures quite well and was good with pencils, both charcoal and colored. I would draw nice flowers on the sides of the letters and cards I used to send to my family and friends.
Later on with studies and then family life, I never found time or inclination to indulge in this pastime.
None of my kids showed any exceptional talent for art. My 11 year old grandson has shown a lot of promise in this field.
These drawings are from a couple of years back.
In Seattle, he was going to arts camps and learning 3D drawings too. Now like other kids, he is either busy with studies or is playing games on his X-box. No time for art.
I never developed true appreciation for fine art like paintings and sculptures. I do admire the beauty created by famous artists but never had the desire to own it. I guess I’m a simple minded philistine.
I do like pretty photos, drawings of flowers and birds. What I was quite obsessed with a few years ago were flower arrangements. Not real flowers, but artificial ones. Those that never wilt or die. In my home in Lahore, I have a vase of artificial flowers in most rooms.
Thanks Lauren and Maggie for these wonderful nostalgic prompts.