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Painted Macaroni: Artists Recall the First Piece They Made as a Child

A few years ago, I ran a series of more than 30 artist interviews on my blog called  Six of the Bes t (click the link to jump into the series). Some of the best responses came from asking each artist this question: What's the first ever piece of art you remember making? In this post and the previous post , I've collected some of the most interesting answers. Click on each artist's name to find out more about their work. Luis Roca : A painted macaroni piece of my left hand on green construction paper in kindergarten. Tim McFarlane : The very first piece of art that I remember making was a cardboard figure of a man made out of a shoebox that my mother had. I was probably seven or so and that was the first thing that I put together by myself, using only my imagination. I remember it being a very spontaneous act: I pulled the box out from a bottom drawer in my mothers bureau, started cutting it up with scissors and wound up with a rough, squared off approximation of a f

Monsters and Fighter Jets: Artists Recall Their First Piece of Childhood Art

A few years ago, I ran a series of more than 30 artist interviews on my blog called Six of the Bes t (click the link to jump into the series). Some of the best responses came from asking each artist this question: What's the first ever piece of art you remember making? In these posts, I've collected some of the most interesting answers. Click on each artist's name to find out more about their work. Donna Hapac : As a child – maybe 5 or 6 years old – I decided I wanted to make a series of related pictures of a swimmer, like in a storyboard or film strip. I took a length of toilet paper which was already divided into squares that suited my idea and I drew it with crayons. Seth Friedma n : Until I was 38, I never tried making anything that might be called art.  In 2008, thanks to severe malaise and my wife's constant prodding, I carved a rock from our backyard. I am still amazed that (a) the result did not suck, and (b) the waking door to my recurring dream (a hous