I guess the memory I
wanted to go with was the first time I went to an art festival with my mom.
Ever since I was really, really young, I guess before I can ever remember an
exact age, she had been encouraging me to do art. I was always interested in
drawing, but she really gave the materials, the guidance, and the encouragement
to do that.
I was eleven years
old. It was the same year that my parents got divorced. Right after they told
us that that was going to happen, she decided to take me to the Bayou
City Art Festival in downtown Houston. It was in Memorial Park that year.
Just this nice, beautiful, old, green park just like some of the ones we have
in Dallas. So we went there and I wasn’t really sure what it was going to be
like at first, because I had never been to any sort of festival like that
before. But it was really, really fun. And it was really, really nice to see
those people there for the same reasons. I mean it was just rows and rows of
different artists’ booths. And they were there just kind of sharing the things
they loved, and trying to make some money off of it. It was just really nice to
see all the different kind of art there.
That was the first
time I realized that the stuff I was doing when I was a kid, the things that I
was making, and the stuff, these accomplished artists, were making, there was a
connection there. They started off where I was. It was just really nice to see.
I haven’t kept up
with art since then, which is fine. But that was a defining moment for me when
my mom kind of opened up that whole world of art to me and I really appreciate
that.
-James, The
Pearl Cup
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