While in the hospital in 2019 at the age of 53 (Oops❗️🙊 Accidentally outed my age on the internet again) when I was recovering from being paralyzed, as a part of my therapy, I started coloring again. I hadn't done that since I was a child of 10 years old in 1976 (Oops ❗️🙊 Accidentally outed my age on the internet again), but I discovered I was actually very good at it and my career as an illustrator took off, once again proving that you CAN teach an old dog new tricks. (INSERT JOKE HERE)
In 1971, at the age of 5 years old (Oops❗️🙊 Accidentally outed my age on the internet again) I began going to kindergarten and was introduced to something called Finger Painting. We were each given a big sheet of white paper and several bowls of different colored paints were placed around the table which we were seated at. Then we were encouraged to put our fingers into the paint and use our fingers and hands to create on our paper whatever came to mind.
I immediately took a strong dislike for this. 😡 My OCD was already well in place even at the young age of 5 years old. But things turned from bad to worse when several of the other children decided to stop painting on their white piece of paper and instead start painting on EACH OTHER. Since I was wearing my good school clothes, I decided to go and hide in a corner until the teacher decided to get control of the situation. I told Mom about it when I got home and she wasn't overly thrilled about it either. 😠
But just like discovering a talent for illustrating at a late age, I have decided to start embracing Finger Painting again. Perhaps I will also discover I have a great talent for that as well.
I dedicate these, my first endeavors, to the Neo-Nazis ✋️ who are a wee bit displeased with me 🤏 because I have not fully embraced the German, Aryan heritage of my father.
It is my intention to stick to my paints, my Crayola Crayons and God's Chosen people, who ARE “my kind”.
Laura-Lee Paints a FINGER
The Truth with Love,
Always Laura-Lee
