The espresso was made, waiting patiently as I picked out
that perfect piece of chocolate from the gifted box of chocolates. I would sit
down with my delicacy to ponder the direction of my art, obtain a grand
artistic idea, and drink the espresso while it was hot.
But the phone rang.
I quickly chose a piece of chocolate and scurried to the
phone in time for the fourth ring.
“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as I saw the name of my dear friend
of 20 years. An artist. I knew why she was calling and I had to fess up. I
answered with, “I didn’t do it, I didn’t do anything, I failed.”
A week ago we agreed to hold each other accountable of
making art every day. By today I was to have 7 drawings completed, alas there
were none. Now, the assignment for this following week is to create a self-portrait
every day. Size and medium doesn’t matter. I know as the days progress my self-portraits
will morph into animals and the like, however today I started out with a pretty
standard drawing including polka dots which I adore.
Looking at my face in the mirror and drawing it brought back
memories. I remembered back to when a band member of Poison gasped, “You have a
beautiful widows peak” which is something I had never heard or thought of
before. Being a big fan of Marilyn Monroe as a teenager I always wanted a mole
above my lip and now as an adult I’ve somehow acquired one in that same spot,
however with less enthusiasm than a 15 year old. And to my surprise, my lower
lip has an indentation I’ve never noticed before.
Your body tells so many stories. Look at yourself in the
mirror and read some of them. Remember the stories of your past as they make up
the you you are now. What is your body telling you? What information and
messages does it have for you?
