Monday, April 25, 2011

In the Life of a Writer: What I Learned When I was Growing Up (Part 2 of 3)

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Photo by: Nutdanai Apikhomboonwaroot 


What you call "art" as a kid doesn't necessarily translate to art for those who are older than you. That includes your doodles and weird scrawls on the walls (initial attempts at writing a story that only you understand) - only to be covered by rolls and rolls and ROLLS of wallpaper.


As a writer, I appreciate art - in ALL forms. Art is everywhere: An unmade bed. Burnt food made by my teenage daughter in an attempt to help me at the kitchen. Dirty dishes. Dog and cat poop at the backyard. Cobwebs that seem to appear at places you forgot to check.

Yes, art is everywhere!


taio said...

interesante post

SittieCates said...

@taio: Muchos gracias for the comment! Thanks for dropping by.

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