Throughout grade school, I remember clamoring for every chicken finger, can of soda, and box of Cheez-Its I could find. I was notorious for arranging three- and four-person trades with my classmates to get my hands on as much junk food as possible. Despite my mother’s best efforts, I would almost always barter my way out of eating the healthy, balanced meal she packed for me. When I didn’t have a brownbag lunch, I would typically settle for one of my school’s “hot lunches” from restaurants like Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, and McDonald’s. I didn’t care about “eating healthy” because I didn’t think I needed to worry about it.
I’ve always had a very one-dimensional view of “art.” You draw or paint something, you hang it on a wall, and people look at it. Rudimentary, I know, but that’s what I’ve always thought. Art has never really resonated with me, probably because I am not a skilled painter, drawer, sketcher, etc.