Wednesday, March 20, 2013

thanks lisa frank.

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.