#blogExodus – Fake It til You Make It
People are usually surprised to learn that I do not consider myself artistic.
I can write.
I can sing.
And while those fit under the larger umbrella of art, I have always considered an artistic person as someone who can draw. Or sculpt. Or paint. Heck, even someone who can doodle.
In other words, not. me.
[Yes, I've had a bad experience and yes, I've talked about it in therapy. OK??]
And yet, I have somehow produced a daughter who has always love arts and crafts. Is she any good? Probably not…but who cares. She loves it. And at this stage of her life, that is what really matters.
Until she decided to co-lead a program for her Brownie Troop. “Art-to-Wear.” She picked…face painting. FACE-PAINTING!!! Why not tie-dye or friendship bracelets or something else that I learned at camp? Oh — and the best part — the moms of the co-leaders were meant to assist.
Don’t worry, Mama, you can look at the instructions in the book, she reassured me.
Which worked. Until the girl who requested a bunny. And there were no bunny instructions in the farkakte book.
Thirty-six years have passed since that awful art experience. Two lifetimes. if you’re into gematria. And still I worry what people will think of my artistic endeavours.
But these little girls? They didn’t care. They loved the whole activity. And I pretended that I knew what I was doing.
And, by the looks of the bunny on the lower right corner of the the collage, I am a very good pretender.
This post is part of a larger project, coordinated by The Ima, in preparation for Festival of Redemption, Passover. Feel free to head over to her place and thank her for dreaming up such a creative way for us to understand the themes of Passover in our own lives.