That and (perhaps, come to think of it, relatedly…) my lack of time for illustration. I need it. Like people need alone time. Or gym time. Or bottle-of-wine-time.
I don’t need those other kinds of times. But I do need time with just paper and ink. Pencil and water. So I’ve started soliciting-against other people’s needs and offering artwork in exchange for a must-needed-cork in my pathless artistic outlet. Because for right now, I need to illustrate their ideas. For some reason, I have none of my own.
So a few weeks ago I created invitations for my niece’s birthday. She was having a Cinderella-theme party and I asked my sister-in-law can I pleeeee-ase try? Being a merciful person, she acquiesced and let me at it.
And believe me. I did. Just the few moments with the paper. My little ball jars lined up. I sketched, outlined, painted, scanned, put on a text-overlay (its called Harrington if anyone else happens to fall in love with it) and sent it to the printer (with a press!). I picked out envelopes. And you know what? They even came in the mail. It was all pretty exciting.
And I think through the exercise I learned that just as the heart was made to love, my hands were made to create silly and completely useless pictures. And I am starting to really be okay with that. My guess is that H & S actually enable this freedom - and they always have enabled it. I used to blame it on the fact that I couldn't understand what they were saying that I just didn't listen (I really had no right to do that considering one of Henry's first clear words was - I kid you not - helipad).
I was grocery shopping with the twins recently and we were in the cashier's line; on the cover of one of the nearby magazines was a picture of the royal couple (of the British variety) and a speculation about their baby. Something along the lines of: Could it be twins?
The woman checking out in front of us caught my gaze and said distractedly, “Twins! Wouldn’t that be awful?!”
“No,” I said. “I think it would be the greatest thing that ever happened to her...”