I used to be an artist. I majored in art and once even thought I probably wouldn't be good at anything else beside art. Then somewhere down the road in my early-twenties, I lost passion for art. It happened rather slowly at first, but by the time I graduated from college, I had no inspiration left inside me. I abhorred the whole digital art phase. I despised the fact that all the animations were being done 3D (even though I love Pixar) and hand-drawn cell animations were "out of trend." I felt lost and I just didn't want to bother with what I wanted to do, animation, anymore. I pretty much stopped.
Recently, Amelia has been opening my eyes to try hands-on art again. She is voracious little artist. She can sit at her little desk and pain for hours. Considering she is only three and usually likes to be physically active, the concentration she shows when painting and drawing is remarkable. I painted the above lamp shade with the help of Amelia. She had been having some nightmares recently and was afraid of sleeping in the dark. Once we finished the lamp (it took two days) and moved it to her room, she stopped waking up in the middle of the night screaming. My inspiration box is being filled up again. I want to draw for her. I want to paint for her. I want to make art with her and for her. I want to do art for myself again.
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