Art

I love art. My mom is an artist. She hasn't done anything in a while. It's kinda sad, because she's really an amazing artist. My favorite is one that she made of our kitchen sink. It is all in pencil. I can't even describe it. It looks so real. The fork sticking out of the cup that is in a bowl and a dish rag draped over the faucet. I have been trying to convince mom to get it framed and hang it in the kitchen. Mom was saying when she was drawing this picture she placed the dishes in the sink, and she washed them all first, because she could not stand to have unwashed dishes in the sink and draw them that way. Hope inherited the artistic talent. She did a painting of a boat in the middle of the ocean. It is finger painted and all in dots. It is night time and she has the silver glow of the moon behind the dark blue sky and ocean. The shadow of the boat is projected on to the ocean. It reminds me of Peter Pan and Captain Hook's pirate ship. Neither of them are willing to frame them. I would do that for Christmas, but I don't think they would be too happy with me. In some way I have some of mom's talent. When I get started on a project like in 3-D art, I get in my zone. I can here what is going on around me, but I am absorbed in what I am doing. I like to listen to music while I am working. It makes me calmer, and more able to focus on what I am doing. I can just go with the flow of the music, and not think about anything. I am in my own world.