As Jack returned home from the day at the seaside, he was determined to make his own sailboat. He began to read up on how to go about it, until he finally felt that he was ready to begin.
04.02.2021
Jack begins to dedicate time to learning what it would take to be able to make the sailboat that he dreams of adventuring with. I have a lot of appreciation for that commitment right now, as I am in the early stages of exploring this blog as a way to share and practice creativity. Just cracking the book or taking the first step can be the most difficult part. Way to go, Jack.
Two items in this illustration are memory artifacts for me. One is the oval frame on the pink wall there, and the other is the sailboat hanging above Jack’s head in his room. As long as I can remember, my parents have had a similar wooden oval framed portrait on the wall in their house. The photograph is of my mom’s Great Aunt Ethel and Uncle “Commie” (Commodore). The photo has a blurred, green tint to it, and the frame has a natural wood striping of gold and brown.
The sailboat over Jack’s bed came from a trip my wife and I took through Quebec City, QC, just a bit before we found out we were to be expecting our daughter’s birth. We spent some time in the city both on our way further north into Quebec and also as we returned back to the U.S. We loved the time we spent there, and one of the amazing things we got to visit was the church of Notre-Dame-des-Victoires near the center of the old walled part of the city. Inside the stone church, there is a massive model sailboat hanging from the ceiling. I just think that is a wonderful idea, and it’s showing up here again for our friend, Jack.
