My younger brother, who is in the Navy, is just now discovering some underlying talent for hand lettering and drawing. Like, way better than I am and I consider myself artistic.
It makes sense though, artistic talent runs in my family. One of my great grandpas did his own taxidermy, however awful it was reported to be by my family members. Another great grandpa started a tile floor covering business. One of my grandmothers paints, plays piano and makes quilts. Her husband, my grandpa does woodworking and mosaics. My other grandma was great at sewing and knitting. My dad plays guitar and does woodworking. He also went to school for commercial design and was/is an avid photographer and illustrator. He even developed his own film. My mom is the least creative of my immediate family, but she sang to us as children and is a very good sewer. My older brother enjoys photography, illustrating stained-glass type crosses, he also makes his own knife blades and plays some guitar. I did nearly every artsy thing offered through 4-h as a child. I paint, draw, sew, make stained glass, dabble in woodwork and leather craft, play(ed) piano, do photography, dabble in graphic design and hand lettering.
My mind is blown at how creative and eccentric we all are. You wouldn’t guess it because we’re all very quiet and logical individuals. But secretly, we’re artsy fartsy folks.
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