Wednesday, March 20, 2013
i don't know how she did it, but lisa frank's art spoke to me in the way a jean michel basquiat spoke to jay-z. it served as my muse. i knew what i wanted to do with my life. i wanted to be a marine biologist.
this dream would be shattered on a family vacation in maui. my older brother, father, and i went snorkeling. i could hardly contain my excitement. i imagined swimming with whales, i would have fish eat out of my hand and kiss my cheek. i could barely contain my excitement as i got into the water. and then it happened. my first panic attack. i completely freaked out. i was convinced a great white shark was going to swim up behind me and swallow me whole. i couldn't swim. i couldn't do anything but flail about. hours later, after i had completely calmed down and we were back in the condo, my dad told me "honey, i think maybe you should think of a new career" in his wonderful half teasing but 100% loving way.
i could never look at my lisa frank dolphin folder the same way again. which is why the following school year, the bunnies became my favorite.
Posted by a.m.l. at Wednesday, March 20, 2013