When I was 11 years old, I wanted to get into a specialised art program for high school, which meant I had to create a portfolio of work.
I spent months drawing what I drew best: plants.
Plants were everywhere; they were free; and they stood still!
After a few months, I had a thick scrapbook filled with my drawings of twigs, leaves, branches, trees, close up studies and landscapes.
However, my aunt was really sick with bowel cancer. She was living in our house and there were carers going in and out on a daily basis. Someone found my scrapbook and gave it to her so she could write words to communicate. She scribbled all over my drawings, and then when the pages were all used up, someone simply threw the whole book in the bin.
I felt pretty crappy! I wasn’t angry at my aunt, it wasn’t her fault. I was angry at the carers and how they regarded a kid’s drawing to be of little importance; to them, art was just “pointless and silly” which made me so mad! Ahhh I was a pre-teen!
I didn’t dwell on it too much though. I just got on with it and I rushed ONE plant drawing for my portfolio.
I got into my art program in the end!
And then I kind of stopped drawing plants for a while – haha.
So this one is for my 11 year old self.
(It’s also to reassure myself that I can still draw after all these years!)