What better way to start this blog than with a little art history.
Tonight, my mom broke out some of her old sketchbooks from childhood and college. I took some photographs of a couple of her drawings from a figure drawing class.
One very unique thing about how my parents chose to raise me was that, from an early age, the human body was never hidden from me. We had story books that taught about human and child development and how babies were made. As I grew up, I was not uncomfortable or overly curious about bodies of the opposite sex because it wasn’t a mystery and it wasn’t taboo. Right from the beginning, I was taught that the human body was science and art. I feel blessed and thankful that I was raised this way, and I have no doubt that it helped shape who I am as an artist today.
Here are a few of Mom’s drawing from 1980 and 1981.