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But the thought of teaching didn’t make me nervous. I imagined teaching art as fun and quiet and far from judgmental eyes. If I tried to be a real artist, people might say I had no talent, and that would ruin everything. There would be no point in drawing anymore, and life would be pointless without drawing. I’d have no reason to memorize people’s faces on the subway. “Summer called,” Mom went on, adding that Tina was catering a party tonight and she could use my help with the cooking if I was interested, which I wasn’t.
I’m glad you took your teacher’s advice about drawing everything. ” “Or as a teacher,” I said, and Mom rolled her eyes because she didn’t want me to be a teacher. She wanted me to have an exciting career, better than what she had, even though that idea made me nervous. But the thought of teaching didn’t make me nervous. I imagined teaching art as fun and quiet and far from judgmental eyes. If I tried to be a real artist, people might say I had no talent, and that would ruin everything. There would be no point in drawing anymore, and life would be pointless without drawing.
Now it was what Mom called my studio, the place where I sketched the faces of anyone who interested me. And I found them everywhere—in school, on the subway, at the supermarket. I only showed my drawings to Mom and my art teachers because nobody else understood. Mom noticed the details in an eye, the curve of a mouth. She believed that I had inherited her artistic gene, the one that drove her to write novels she never finished. I could’ve been a writer, she sometimes said. Or an editor at a publishing company in the city.