My oldest son, Jared, turned 18 last week; and I had to cry a little tear as we sang happy birthday to him. 18 years went by in the blink of an eye. I have such vivid memories of him as a toddler, a boy, an older brother. I think I cried because I know he is heading out soon to find his own way, build his own life, pursue his own dreams. I wonder if I have raised him well, provided a strong ground for him to stand on, loved him enough.
Sometimes I feel like an 18 year old myself with childlike hopes for living an artistic life. And then I think of how lucky I am to have an opportunity to do just that. Jared is a blessing that I will have until the day I die. Living a life full of goodness and hopes and childlike dreams is also a blessing I hope to have for the rest of my days.
Art Project from 2D Design class - A technique called rotoscope interpolated where use tones (in this case, colored paper) to create light and dark values.
WOW! Did not know you had an 18 year old son and so handsome too. I know exactly how you felt as i also have an 18 year old. Love your drawing of him.
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