All the Waters of the Earth (Giving You ... #3) by Leslie McAdam

Author:Leslie McAdam [McAdam, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01DSCTEWQ
Published: 2016-05-14T23:00:00+00:00

“But what about your art?” I asked, wanting to know why it was so important to him and why he hid it.

“What about it?”

“Where does that fit in? In your life, I mean?”

“It doesn’t.”

That couldn’t be true. No one could create art the way Jake did, have a separate room set up, even in a temporary house, just for it, and not have it be a major part of their life.

“Jake. It does.”

He sighed and was a little grumpy when he spoke. “Here’s the deal with my art, or whatever you call it. I’ve always doodled. I drew as a kid. But after Ethan died and my dad stopped painting, he buried himself in his work and I never saw him. Making a living off of art, in my dad’s mind, was equated with him losing my mom to drugs and divorce, and losing my brother. So he freaked out, stopped doing his paintings and his mixed-media, and started being addicted to work.”

He got the message that it was not safe for him to be an artist. Not with that background. “So your dad was your role model?”

“Sort of, yeah, I guess. I don’t really have a role model in my family. I mean I have no idea how you make it, Lucy, being creative for a living. Writing? Seriously? I don’t know how that works. I can’t believe that you can do it and make money off of it. I couldn’t do it, so I chose the law. Always wanted to be Atticus Finch, I guess.”

“Really?”

“I liked that movie with Gregory Peck.”

I snuggled into his chest. “It’s a wonderful movie, but the art. I know you still do it, regardless of whether you get paid for it, regardless of whether it makes sense. You have to do it. Right?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, fingering my hair. “I have to do it. I can’t stop drawing. I started drawing for real after Ethan died. I didn’t want to forget him. I must have drawn hundreds and hundreds of pictures of my brother, so that I would remember everything about him. The way he put on his shoes. The way he rode his bike. The way he ate spaghetti. But between my dad working, and me working to get out of there, it was never something that I considered doing as a profession. Never something I could consider. It meant homeless shelter again and I needed to pay for school, a roof, and food.”

I nodded into his t-shirt.

“But I still had to paint.”

Pulling back from him, I hooked my hands low behind his waist. “Of course you did. It’s a gift and a talent that you have and you have to do it. You have to share it. By not creating what comes easy for you to create, or what you want to create, you deny all of us the chance to see it and to know that we are understood. To know that there is a connection. It is basic human nature to create.

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