I talked to my sister yesterday, and she told me she took her six-year-old son to register him at the same school where we all went as kids. She stopped by and visited our old fifth grade teacher, who still teaches there. This teacher remembered all of us, and then showed her something I made in art class way back when I was in fifth grade. She has been using it ever since then to show her students an example of what she is looking for in their creations. Now, I am 38; I was in fifth grade in 1971-1972. So my artwork has been inspiring children for almost 30 years. Now I have to find out exactly what this work is, as my sister didn’t ask. Anyway, I’ve never written a “proud of myself” post before, but I thought this deserved sharing.
That is SO cool! The closest I can come to that (and it’s not close at all) is that the school photographer used my senior picture as a “before and after” example. Before and after retouching, that is, as I had the darkest freckles for the longest time.
I remember once, when I was about 14, a little girl pointed at me and asked her mommy “what’s that?” I was just crushed! Used to play with mom’s foundation make-up to see what I’d look like without the freckles. (I looked like Tammy Faye on a bad day.)
Your inspiration is so much better!!! And you don’t know what your example was? Shoot, maybe it was the ceramic ashtray that looked like a foot.
All I ever got to be was the wpm goal, in my grade 10 Information Processing class. 