Marshall Art

Dear Marshall,

You make wonderful art. You draw your pictures in pencil on plain or lined paper. You fill the pages with eyeball creatures and yeetonomuses, spaceships with death rays and other advanced technologies, nuclear bombs and TNT, and tiny, doomed humans. They’ve gotten increasingly detailed as you’ve gotten older and improved your drawing skills.

The beauty of your art lies partly in what’s going on behind the scenes. You don’t merely show us your pictures. You tell us stories about what’s happening in the picture, pointing out each detail and explaining what it means. You get so deeply involved in it, it’s almost as if you’re living in the pictures yourself.

Sadly, you do not take care of your art. It often ends up on the floor, where it gets trampled, wrinkled, and ultimately destroyed. Very little of it has been properly preserved. That makes me sad.

Now, as I’m clearing up the clutter on my desk and finishing up my 2019 photo album, I’m taking the time to scan the art that I have. I’m afraid the quality won’t be very high. Some pictures are damaged. Some are only photocopies of your original work. But, it’s what I have to work with, and it’s better than nothing. I will preserve what I can.

I’m not going to post the pictures on my blog, because you’ve reached an age at which I don’t think it’s fair to share your work without your permission. I will, however, include some of it in the photo album. I hope that later in life, when you see the pictures in the album, you will know how much I treasured your art and the stories that went with it.

Love,

Mom

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