Throughout my school career, I loved art. In fact, when I graduated high school, I enrolled in the Colorado Institute of Art for Computer Animation – which is how I ended up here in Denver. I thought at the time that my art was my life, but I soon learned that I was not an “artist.” I didn’t have the right type of thinking to really fit in with the hard-core “artists” around me.
Disheartened, I quit school, and felt very much like a drifter for a few years. I refused to pick up pencil or paintbrush and consequently forgot quite a bit of what I’d learned.
Then, one day, my mother sent something to me. It was a book on writing that some well-meaning relative had given me for my sixth birthday. I looked over the pages and the memories came flooding back. I used to write. Not just as a six-year-old, but well into my high school years. I had given it up to concentrate on my art.
So here I am now, a writer, and happy for it. However, my love of drawing never really went away. I still do it, but I am more cautious; I call my drawings “doodles” and no more than that.
Still, it’s a great deal of fun to combine my writing with my doodling. I like to draw the characters I write about. See, this is what s/he looks like!
I’ve done several doodles for the manuscript I’m currently working on, “Blue Tiger.” I’ve attached the latest one.
How many of us are creative in more ways than one?
Jestler, drawn by Rachel DuChene
