My dad is a mechanical engineer.[snip] Lots of practicality, but always had a lack of true appreciation for artistry.[snip] My mom, on the other >hand, was an art teacher[snip] Anyone else care to share their inherited legacies?
Well, since you ask… My father was an engineer (designed oil
tankers)–and an artist. He taught me to draw in perspective when
I began to draw, at a very young age. My mother was a math teacher
who wanted to be a musician. With these genes, I am an artist who
did well in math, thinks clearly in geometry, thrives on detail and
complexity, and does creative problem-solving compulsively. The
Chinese (I think) refer to that part of the brain that never shuts
up as the “drunken monkey”. I don’t know whether you guys relate to
this description, but I sure do. It’s like a radio-- you might
manage to change the channel, but you can seldom turn it off. Well,
I like to say that my drunken monkey is an engineer. When I make
jewelry, we’re both happy. --Noel