RobArt Penguin

I’m planning to go to my 50-year high school reunion. The reunion committee asked for notable facts from those days. My biggest claim to fame in high school was a detailed model of the Shakespeare’s Globe Theater which I made with two friends (I contributed 60%) in our sophomore year. The model is still used by the English department fifty years later. In fact, I restored it a few years ago at the request of the school principal.

Strangely, my family did not think I was artistic. It’s been my lifelong struggle to accept my creative nature. I never had formal training because I sought “practical” education. I never saw myself as artistic. But my art emerged anyway. After a lifetime of artistic works around me, I still tend to dismiss my talent, especially my writing. I’m not saying I’m good, but I have a whole library of written work. I’ve published a trilogy now. Still, I struggle to find satisfaction from my work or accept that I am creative.

And, I’m in the dumps lately. Maybe it’s the gloomy weather outside. We’ve had a lot of rain and it’s way too muggy even when the temperature is decent. The air smells musty. But I shouldn’t blame the weather. It’s probably my struggle with art. Publishing was always just out of reach, something to focus on as the great brass ring that would make me feel better when I achieved it. Not that I have, and don’t feel much better, I am lost about what to do next. I have a project I’m working on, so I’ll probably keep going. There may be no magic solution. The struggle is the point. I also just finished a model of Dr. Who’s Tardis (police call box). It’s about time I accept my art!