This is my first drawing ever.
Me to Tia Berry: What should I draw, Tia Berry?
Tia Berry to me: Draw what you feel.
I felt kinda cold. How do you draw cold? A sweater?
Tia Berry to me: That’s not what I mean. I mean what you feel inside.
Tia Berry starts talking about all kinds of colors like I don’t even know names of. I don’t feel colors inside. I feel hungry!
I want to eat the sky! That’s how hungry I feel! Draw what I feel? Ok, macaroni!
The sky is made of noodles!
Me to Mae: What does it mean to draw what you feel?
Mae to me: Well, I don’t draw, Charlie. I write. I never really write what I feel, though. I write the story. And through the story, I write what other people feel. What the people in the story feel.
Me to Mae: Like if they’re hungry, you write that they ate a big old peanut butter sandwich?
Mae to me: Not exactly! But it would work!
If I could draw what I feel after eating one of Tia Berry’s delicious and scrumptilicious bacon-better-sandwiches with fries-on-the-side, I would draw happy.
What color is happy?