Before I learned to write, I drew. I was the stereotypical drawing kid, the one frequently hunched over a piece of paper, engrossed in some vision. I drew on placemats at Black Angus. I drew on napkins and the edges of my school work. I used Bic pens, fancy colored pencils, red pens my Mom brought from work. Whatever was around became my medium. It was fun while it lasted. Here is a selection from the first half of my life.
- 1980s nightmares Australian music Blue Note Canada Canadian national identity city life creative writing Crowded crowds downtown Los Angeles dude ear trash essays fashion food foodies food writing freakazoid Future Tense Press fuzzy guitars garage rock grunge Hall & Oates mostaches Harper's Magazine homemade music videos Hotel Amerika how to revise instrumental rock and roll Japan Japanese snacks jazz Joseph Mitchell journalism knowing obscure music makes you cool Link Wray literary magazines literary nonfiction Los Angeles Los Feliz magazines movies Mudhoney music music writing my obsessions narrative nonfiction Necessary Fiction New York City New York Times old school Pacific Northwest Portland Portland Farmers Market Portland Oregon Powell Peralta rad radical ramen reverb revision rock and roll Russell Quan skateboards stoner films storySouth surf music The Mummies The New Yorker The Normal School The Scientists The Stoned Age Tokyo vegetables wicked awesome writing/publishing
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Awesome work! I remember you were talented, but these are spectacular! Now if I ever get through all of the papers and stuff from childhood that my mom wants me to go through, I will have to keep aside any artwork (if I have anything) you created in elementary school and send them your way. 😉
Hey Rachel, thanks for saying so, and good to hear from you. I’d definitely love to see some of those childhood goodies of ours. Keep me posted.
I’m loving that tree house! Would be awesome to see it painted in color. Is it an original idea of yours?
I admire how you seem to dive in deep with your interests. It seems lots of writers have love for the visual arts and the love of music. I find these arts inspire each other and are intertwined in many ways. Branches on the same tree.
Hi Lila! Yes, that tree house is an original. If I remember correctly, I saw a photo of one someone built in a redwood stump and did that from memory. Agreed how interesting it is that writers often have other related interests in music or the visual arts; like you said, they really do all come from the same place. The expression is just different. Sorry it took me to 2 years to reply! Just found this.