I see possibilities in scratch. Multiple universes, even.
In my younger years, I loved to write and draw at blank spaces – I even wrote the first three letters of my name on my parent’s marriage certificate at five years old! Silly little girl. I still do love both writing and drawing, but I now have a defined purpose of creating something, not just the eagerness of having my name scribbled on that blank page, or of having something pretty to look at after.
A lot of things can be thought of and created when confronted by a blank page. Sometimes, I see my parents dancing to Huling El Bimbo when I was about eight; my first day of school with Ate and her warm spanish bread, the wind gushing at my face during our walk to the school; there are flash backs of the scene on my first kiss, all with butterflies in the stomach, shaky lips, and sweaty palms; there’s the long and boring graduation ceremony and how I felt when I realized it was the end of my student life; my very first job interview where I cried because my then soon-to-be boss asked about my mother. I can also see myself creating pieces for my first solo art show; my siblings getting married and our children being silly, just as we were when we’re kids. I can see how I’d create when I’m older, how I will be as a wife, a mother. I envision how I’d age.