“Books are a uniquely portable magic.” – Stephen King
[media-credit id=3 align=”aligncenter” width=”555″][/media-credit]When I was younger, I really thought that I became the character I was reading about. I wonder if my parents ever noticed this. I read…a lot when I was younger and I wasn’t forced or anything. I just loved to read and I still do. I recall the times when I went to elementary school; we had a little library with low shelves filled with children books. Every few days I went there and picked a couple of books to read and eventually I read all the books they had. Just holding the books and knowing that as soon as I opened it a new world would appear was enough to make me run home, sit on the sofa and read. I was particularly fascinated with adventure stories, stories with magical elements and characters with superpowers. Very often I imagined that I had the power of running super-fast and avoiding enemies along the way. No joke. You can ask my sister as I often dragged her along. She wasn’t that pleased! That aside, having superpowers and wearing magical outfits are still pretty normal in my imagination.
Next to reading, I did draw. However, I wasn’t drawing that much. I had a few signature characters that I picked up when cartoons and Disney. Looking back, I only practiced the characters I was drawn to the most, like Bambi, but I didn’t really venture out of my comfort zone. As much as I loved visualizing what I read, I didn’t believe in my own drawing skills enough to capture it on paper. So I stuck to exploring the written magical worlds and wrote my own little stories. When my mom allowed me to go to the library by myself, I found myself going there almost every week and leaving with a huge pile of books. If I didn’t have enough room on my card, I could always use my sister’s card so I could rent even more books. There’s something interesting about libraries. For a lot of people they may seem dusty, boring and they only rent the books they want and then quickly go away. But really, just think of all the stories that are living there! Maybe they all have a big party when the lights go out…
I was nine years old when I had my first writing assignment at school. I wrote and wrote and eventually handed in a piece of ten or more pages, written on both sides. Back then, it probably was a lot for a nine year old as the teacher was pleasantly surprised. The story was about a wild adventure with a girl and horses. Not sure where I put it though, but I hope it’s hiding somewhere. The teacher loved my story so much, that he read it out loud in class. Sheesh. If only I could disappear into thin air when he started reading; having thirty people staring at you while the teacher reads the story was not fun. But okay, I survived and looking back, I am pretty proud.
Have to be honest here. I’m not devouring as many books now as I did a few years ago. Even though my main focus is art, I still love to write and to read. I really can’t see this apart from my illustrating. I am capturing my characters in washes of colors and lines of ink which to me is like gift-wrapping the words I have in my mind. Sometimes the words come first and other times the image comes first. Both contain a magical element that reinforce each other. In my world, they go hand in hand.
About the Author: TJ Lubrano
Tahira Lubrano, also known as TJ, was a Master Sociology student, but now she is chasing her dreams as an artist. You can find ramblings and observations surrounded by her own illustrations at her blog A Look in a Creative Mind. Everything is magical there and you are most welcome to float along and wander around her imaginative world. br> View My Profile