12.15.2006
My First Muse
My mother was recently retelling the story of when I was three years old and going through my "great artist" phase (I took my phases very seriously, even at that young age, and intended to be "great" in every one of them). Apparently there's even a newspaper photo of me painting in the park (someday I might have to go through the Toronto Star archives to try to dig that up, just for the heck of it).What I hadn't realized before this particular retelling was that this phase of mine was inspired by an "Art for Children" book about Marc Chagall. According to my mother, I was completely enthralled by Chagall's paintings and looked up at her to ask incredulously, "Were these painted by an adult?"
It seemed inconceivable—given my experience of most adults so far in my young life—that anyone other than a child could create art that seemed to spring directly from the stuff of dreams. My mother assured me that they were indeed painted by an adult and a whole new world opened up for me. She bought a poster of "I and the Village" and I would spend hours staring at it... dreaming.
My first artistic influence. My first muse.
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