So ever since I can remember, my folks have killed time doing artsy stuff. My mom's hand painted ceramics have been world class forever, and my dad has turned acres of trees into sawdust since I was a kid - and more recently he's been painting with a brushes and canvases. They're in their 70's and still play "look what I made" every time we're over - and it's almost always something legit.
My one sister couldn't draw flies if she crapped in a bucket, but my other one has made some killer artsy stuff over the years too - paintings, stained glass work, shabby sheek home decorating, etc.
Then there's me. I've always doodled things, fabricated things, saw things that I thought could be turned into other things, etc. Not great, but I've held my own and typically gotten pretty good reviews. I've always enjoyed it. Enough so that I've started to accept that it's what I want to do for a living. I'm taking art classes at U of M and taking airbrush classes from an absolute master at the art. For the noobs, my thing has mostly and always been flames.
Of my 4, my oldest daughter Kaleigh is by far an artsy kid. It's her thing. She is ALWAYS drawing, markering, cutting, pasting, etc, and putting things up on display all over the house. The others, not as much.
Anyway, so our oldest three play Upwards church league basketball every Saturday. Their games are at 10, 12, and 2 - so there's an hour of lame time between every game. Just off the gym, there are educational and rec rooms - and places to kill an hour playing fooseball or whatever.
Anyway again, I stepped out of the room for a minute while my oldest 2 were playing fooseball and when I returned, I snapped this pic:
Kaleigh's on the right drawing a dog, and - holy smokes - Blase is trying to fire up the whole dang board. Not only is he drawing instead of doing something competitive, or something sports related - it's actually not bad for a 9 year old! Even if you think it's not that good, I can assure you that it's MILES better than what I've seen Crovo do!
I didn't even know Blaser had it in him.
Within seconds, my head was swirlling with rejoicing and the endless possibilities of him setting the world on fire WITH me. Stupid, I know, but, whatever.
From there I couldn't help but to think - while it appears that lots of people in my family do artsy things, almost nobody does the same kind of art. It's not at all like anybody "hands down" any tips, tricks, or skills to anybody. There's not a family trade, like blacksmithing or whatever. As far as doing what any single one of us seems to have been drawn to, we might as well be total strangers.
So now that I've overshared my family's hobby background - d'ya think we're chips off the old blocks - or are our skills independent despite our being related?
What would your vote be?
Nature?
Nurture?
General thoughts?