I remember the moment it happened. I was in an elementary school art class and the teacher – a woman with strawberry blonde, disheveled curls – gave us a large sheet of tan construction paper and a crayon and told us to put the crayon on the paper, close our eyes and draw. When we opened our eyes we were to examine our creation and decide what it was. Mine was a man delivering a pizza in a box. That was the last time I remember being satisfied with a drawing of mine. [Read more…]
Creativity
