Lost Art

1975 - 07 - 00 Card for NaNa crop

NaNa was my grandmother, my godmother, and one of my favorite playmates when I was growing up. She lived only five miles away from me, so I spent a significant amount of time at her house. The time we spent together was used for playing games, coloring, drawing, singing, dancing, telling stories, and laughing. I probably saw NaNa at least once a week when one of us wasn’t on vacation.

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To communicate my appreciation for our relationship(s) when I was young, I drew lots of pictures and made lots of cards for her on special occasions, or “just because.”  As I got older, when one of us was somewhere else, we would write letters to each other to maintain our connection and sometimes share silly doodles. When I went away to college, I continued writing to keep NaNa updated on my “fascinating” life.

I loved everything about NaNa, except for her habit of saving everything I made for her. I found that embarrassing and couldn’t understand why she would save the dumb things I made. Even though I was extremely creative, I couldn’t come up with a single reason why there would be any value in the stuff from me that she hoarded.

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The exchange of letters and artwork continued into adulthood and only stopped when NaNa died ten years ago. It poked a hole in my creative soul to lose the recipient of some of my best work. She had been a key source of inspiration for me to be as inventive and entertaining as I could possibly be.

Recently my Dad gave me a box full of stuff I made that was at NaNa’s house when she died. At first I thought the contents would be pretty boring material to go through. But, I found that the container my dad gave me was actually a time capsule. Letters and drawings took me back to a place where I could reconnect with my younger self. I had forgotten a lot about that funny and creative girl. I had previously recalled the essence of who I was in my earlier years, but my handiwork that NaNa saved helped put meat on the bones of memories of me.  After going through the box, I realized that I have always been a true artist, a writer, a storyteller, an observer of human behavior, and was always easily amused.

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It’s so easy to feel cursed with an easily triggered sense of humor and creative skills that seem to have no value in today’s world. I feel compelled to invest my time and resources in creating, yet I haven’t received a significant amount of money or appreciation for those skills, and I don’t imagine that I ever will.  But the pile of my art and writing that was found by my Dad and given to me is priceless. It tells me that I can’t help but be creative any more than I can help being easily humored. It’s genetic—or was skillfully nurtured by my creative and funny NaNa so that she could have a compatible playmate.


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These creations that I made for someone else in the past, now tell me so much about myself—and the NaNa who valued me enough to treasure literally EVERY thing I made for her.


2019 - 08 - 28 Letters and artwork saved by NaNa


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