What Captain America and Superman Knew But We’re Still Learning
Right after a tall red-faced Star Wars Darth Maul glowered down at me and growled, I jumped, and you would have too, to see his teeth bared at such close range.
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In a crowded comic book convention this weekend, my daughter and I passed countless Supermen, Captain America’s, Doctor Who characters, and Star Trek klingons. Children and grownups sported long red capes, strode confidently in calf-high boots, and twirled plastic battle axes while shopping for comic book paraphernalia.
While I flipped over books to check printing companies and asked authors about their publishing journeys, my daughter was the real reason we were here. With a shy confidence, she turned pages in artists’ portfolios, asking them questions on art techniques and leaping at the chance to show them her own sketches.
“I brought them with,” she replied quickly when an anime artist suggested she show her work to people in the industry. “Can I show you?” Pulling off her blue backpack, she pulled out a manilla folder with her favorite sketches inside. She stood silent as two different artists flipped carefully through her work, pausing at some pieces to comment and linger.
For hours afterward, she skipped excitedly from the feedback they gave and from the intoxication of being surrounded by artists who love to draw and capture art in pens, pencil, and paints.
“I need to stop and draw,” she declared at one point partway through the conference. “This just inspires me, and I need to draw.” We scrounged up two chairs at the back of a loud panel room where contestants in costumes waited for their turn at the microphone. Morgan balanced her art pad on her lap, already tracing orbs onto the page, early starts of human anatomy.
And you have this too. It may not be with pencils and Japanese anime forms, but there is something you do that brings you such joy that you hunger for it. Siphon you away from it for long enough and it compels you to scavenge a place and a time to dive in.
What is it that calls to you? What hobby, talent, skill, or passion rumbles quietly underneath as you work your jobs, make supper, and drive from errand to errand? What do you look forward to today and this week?
Beware, my friend, because the television will call, and the tiredness seeps in, and it is always too easy to mutter slowly, “I’ll do it tomorrow.”
Don’t put it off. Don’t listen to the excuses, to the tired voice lulling you to easy comforts. Start now. Warm up your favorite drink, pull up your chair, and begin.
Because most likely, that thing that calls you, excites you, and is lingering silently there beneath the surface is something amazing, given to you by the Master Artist himself. Don’t put it off, don’t sink into the couch with another rerun episode. Pull out the paints, or the sketch pad, or your dremel tools. Click on that latest article or book piece you’ve started, and begin. It hums in you, pulling you.
And we are eager to see it. Even better, your Artist God is watching, smiling, and flipping through your portfolio.