A belated Mother's Day gift
Posted on 2008.05.14 at 22:12
The other day, I went looking for the recent Galaxion pages I'd been working on. Now, my brain may not be the sharpest, but I was reasonably certain I'd left them on the "drawing table" (AKA my desk) in my office. The table was suspiciously empty. I immediately suspected my 4-yr-old daughter of messing with them, but I couldn't figure out what she'd done with them. I mean, they're 11 x 17 pages, they're not something you can easily overlook.
Eventually I found them in the bathroom adjacent to my office, in the bathtub. (Fortunately, we don't use that bathtub much so the place was dry.) Why the bathtub is still a mystery to me. Maybe she was trying to hide the evidence? ...Because I saw that she had taken one of my Staedler felt-tip pens and scribbled on my latest page, the one I was in the middle of inking. Scribbled in several places, in fact. And she'd also left the cap off the pen, effectively ruining it by the time I found it.
What amazed me was how calmly I took this discovery. A few years ago I might have imagined that I'd have a major cow over a scene like this-- "You've RUINED my ARTWORK! I spent HOURS on this! Look at this, BLACK MARKS EVERYWHERE, these pens are EXPENSIVE, and you are GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!" or something. For crying out loud, I've flipped my lid at her over much less important things. But you know what? A little white ink, a little trust that Photoshop can clean up the rest, a little reminder that she not go into my office when I'm not there, and life goes on.
It's good to know that I have it in me to be so levelheaded about the stuff I usually obsess over.
(But still... my daughter should be thanking her lucky stars that Photoshop can fix any number of sins, or else she'd be in BIIIIG trouble.)
Eventually I found them in the bathroom adjacent to my office, in the bathtub. (Fortunately, we don't use that bathtub much so the place was dry.) Why the bathtub is still a mystery to me. Maybe she was trying to hide the evidence? ...Because I saw that she had taken one of my Staedler felt-tip pens and scribbled on my latest page, the one I was in the middle of inking. Scribbled in several places, in fact. And she'd also left the cap off the pen, effectively ruining it by the time I found it.
What amazed me was how calmly I took this discovery. A few years ago I might have imagined that I'd have a major cow over a scene like this-- "You've RUINED my ARTWORK! I spent HOURS on this! Look at this, BLACK MARKS EVERYWHERE, these pens are EXPENSIVE, and you are GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!" or something. For crying out loud, I've flipped my lid at her over much less important things. But you know what? A little white ink, a little trust that Photoshop can clean up the rest, a little reminder that she not go into my office when I'm not there, and life goes on.
It's good to know that I have it in me to be so levelheaded about the stuff I usually obsess over.
(But still... my daughter should be thanking her lucky stars that Photoshop can fix any number of sins, or else she'd be in BIIIIG trouble.)














