Little Paper Planes Book Give Away!

So when putting this book together a year or so ago, I thought a lot about what it means to make something and to be an artist. I specifically was thinking about the transition of being a child exploring with infinite imagination into being an adult and making decisions on how one wants their life to go. For me, there was always a clear path, well a path in the sense I knew my passion and knew my purpose in life which was to make art. The how, what, why and how to make money was and is still unclear, but what is clear is that I need to make art and view the world through the lens of an artist. For me, I had no choice, I am an artist and that is that. Though I feel like most of us started in the same place and somewhere along the way, some left creativity to pursue other types of fields, which is obviously fine. I love that collectively most people have sat there with a two dimensional piece of paper in their hand and created something amazing, a flying object or to be more exact, a paper plane. The moment of creation out of nothing is the most special moment for me.

Alyson Fox Paper Plane

In celebration of our Little Paper Planes Book we have decided to give a lucky person a free one! So what we will do to figure out who gets the book is by telling us a story about when you were a kid and had an amazing creative moment or when you realized that pursuing a life within the arts was something you wanted to do. I will choose at random one of the stories!

We will choose a winner next Monday on the 11th! I am excited to read all the stories!

**Also our blog tour continues with other chances to win books and hear stories from the artists involved: Tomorrow Jen Renninger posts on her blog!

Ryan Berkley Paper Plane


1 jennyNo Gravatar { 06.04.12 at 4:33 pm }

When I was child, I felt quietly confident that I was a poet and writer. I wore a colorful sweater from Benetton on comfy repeat and often laid in the backyard’s grass looking up at the sky and feeling inspiration, my hands fastened behind my neck, grass stains inevitably on my knees.

One day I presented a poem, “I am going away and I don’t know where” with an old suitcase in hand, in the school auditorium, the loneliest poem amongst an evening of short plays presented by fellow students, but a happy one worth remembering.

2 BethNo Gravatar { 06.04.12 at 4:36 pm }

When I was 10 I took a watercolor class at the local community center – I’d always been interested in drawing and creating, but this was the first structured class I’d ever taken. I remember getting assignments for the first time and having to think structurally about creativity, which can be tough for a kid just starting out! I’ll never forget the still lifes and other “paint from nature” projects that I’d never even thought about doing. Before this class, it was all imagination, and now I was learning how to view the world in the same way I made things up in my mind. One day I decided to take the assignment a different route, and when I showed my wild geometric exploration of nature to the instructor, she looked at it and declared that I was the next Matisse. I didn’t know who that was, so I looked him up and he’s been my favorite painter since then – 17 years later! I even have one of his cutouts tattooed on my arm, and one of the highlights of my trip through Europe when I was 19 was stumbling across an exhibition of his cutouts at the Luxembourg Gardens. I’ll never forget the moment that I realized that I wanted to embrace creativity and art for the rest of my life, and that there were others in the world who saw life through the “off-kilter” lens that I did as well. Even through art school and now working for an art company I’ve always kept that first “aha” moment with me.

3 halleNo Gravatar { 06.04.12 at 4:50 pm }

a story that stands out to me is my obsession with drawing house plans. at the time, my dad was renovating our house and would have architectural magazines laying around. after looking through them, i would draw detailed house plans, ones that had everything i thought i wanted in a house. the drawings showed a top view of everything in the room, right down to double sinks with brushes and curling irons sitting on them.

4 marchiNo Gravatar { 06.04.12 at 4:53 pm }

Hi kelly. I didnt have an aha moment with visual art until I was past childhood. So my story doesnt really qualify. But I saw the cover of this book on flickr and I wanted to see your blog. So here I am. :)

5 GrryNo Gravatar { 06.04.12 at 5:16 pm }

when I was 9 or something I drew a happy face, & another one & another one,…
I still draw faces, lesser happy I’m afraid

6 LuNo Gravatar { 06.04.12 at 5:25 pm }

When I was 5 or 6 years old, I remember carving a piece of stone I found in the park. I think it was a soft limestone, and gave it the form of a human face. I was really proud of my artwork and wanted to take it home with me, but my father told me to leave it under a bush and go back for it later… but the next day it was gone. I felt sad, but at the same time I thought someone had appreciated the stuff and took it away. So I imagined my sort-of-sculpture lying on the shelf of a stranger, and then maybe in the future, in a house party, we would meet again…

7 GenineNo Gravatar { 06.04.12 at 5:51 pm }

I was always the “artist of the class” as a kid. I drew daily and was encouraged by my artist uncle to become an artist like him. From a very early age, I could imagine no better profession than one in the arts!

8 tielNo Gravatar { 06.04.12 at 10:41 pm }

perhaps I have two. the first was when I was 7 and my class at school was taught how to paper mache. I made an elephant’s mask with big ears and a trunk. The other was when I was about 9 and my grandfather found a book in a park. It was called the history of art and at that time it was about 5 years old. I spent hours glued to this book. I still have it today.

9 kelly mNo Gravatar { 06.05.12 at 6:18 am }

I was always in love with the idea of creating something and giving it to someone…even better. I was about 9 and decided I would make wooden plaques for my relatives for Christmas. I had my Dad take me to hardware store, we bought wood, I sanded it, painted it in this lovely metallic paint and decoupaged Holiday images I had cut out of Christmas cards, then shellaced the whole thing. It was so much fun to give it and then tell them I made it. I am still addicted to that feeling!

10 EmmaNo Gravatar { 06.05.12 at 11:53 am }

When I was about 7 years old I made most the clothes for my Barbie together with my grandmother. With the leftover pieces of fabric I made my own Barbie designs. in summer I went on vacation with my mom and we went to the pool frequently. There was just on problem:Barbie didn’t have any swimwear, so I created my own out of balloons!

11 KathyNo Gravatar { 06.05.12 at 9:30 pm }

I had a moment… don’t remember the age… when I was feeling forlorn about all the things I didn’t know how to do. Then I realized that well, I can teach myself… just need to do it and suddenly felt inspired and happy. There began my interests in pottery, watercolors, and fiber arts.

12 KellyNo Gravatar { 06.05.12 at 11:20 pm }

There’s not a time in my life when I can remember not feeling that pull towards a creatively driven life. But if I have to go with a certain moment it would be the 6th grade, when I was chosen to be in the advanced art class. I’d loved the arts up until that point, but that’s when I realized “Hey, I’m actually good at this.”

13 sara cNo Gravatar { 06.05.12 at 11:43 pm }

I found perspective. I remember seeing that the sky would go all the way down to the horizon instead of the bold line of blue on the top of my construction paper with a gap of nothingness. Also, my mom, who prompted my curiosity, encouraged I draw a roller skating rink with the big heads in the foreground and lil people in the back. It just made sense! And I definitely credit mom.

14 juliette craneNo Gravatar { 06.06.12 at 5:37 am }

beautiful book! …an amazing creative moment that still inspires my art and creative process now…as a kid on a snowday, i covered my parents’ ping pong table with sheets of typing paper and dripped watercolors everywhere to see the patterns and color combinations i could have emerge. repeating the scene was a breakthrough for me now in remembering to have fun and find beauty in the process.

thanks for sharing so much inspiration!

15 EmmaNo Gravatar { 06.07.12 at 6:29 am }

I was always a drawer. When I was about 6, I drew a picture of myself with bulging eyes, a wide open mouth and jagged teeth. I announced that it was a self-portrait, which was very fitting (I hear). I still have it, it is pretty funny.

16 StephenNo Gravatar { 06.09.12 at 10:28 pm }

I began taking piano lessons at age 5. Music and the fine arts have always been my favorite things to do and observe. It wasn’t until high school when I ran sound and lights far a local elementary school’s play that I realized I wanted to do this for my livelihood. I decided to go into the recording and sound production industry, and I can’t wait to graduate from college to pursue a career in live sound.

17 MijkNo Gravatar { 06.11.12 at 3:16 pm }

It took having a child for me to accept that I should be living a way more creative life. I ‘ve known I was a writer all my life but trained as a journalist and then when my childen were born I started baking and decorating and drawing and poetry and sewing. it was like I’ve already ‘made’ two of the most perfect things in the world and now I can be unperfect again….

18 Kelly JonesNo Gravatar { 06.12.12 at 7:26 pm }

Congrats to sara c!! I actually had a really hard time choosing, I just wanted to choose them all since I related with all the stories. Being Creative is something so special!! The reason I picked Sara C is because if it wasn’t for my mom and all of her arts n crafts and guiding me into a creative environment I may of been a different person so I thank my mom.

19 Kelly JonesNo Gravatar { 06.12.12 at 7:26 pm }

Sara C. Email us your address!! [email protected]

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