A dozen years ago, I made the time to begin studying painting ferociously. It opened a whole new world to me, for starters, the world of people who don't commute to a desk job every day. Consequently, I met a terrific group of women, including Joan, and found myself invited to her birthday party. The invitation described a "no present" birthday, but creative cards were welcome.
We had a kindergartener at the time who had a love of all the Japanese Godzilla movies. You know, Godzilla vs. Mothra, vs. Megalon, Jet Jaguar, vs. King Ghidorah, vs. Mechagodzilla, vs. Gighan, vs. Monster Zero, ... I think you get the point. The movies were a big part of our day-to-day (or at least week-to-week) and we laughed at Godzilla's crazy Highland fling he dances after blasting Ghidorah (or was it Gighan?), the Plans B and C that are invoked after Godzilla stomps past the Japanese Army's front line, and the sing-song advice given in unison by the tiny twins in a box carted around during Mothra's hatching. We even had a bedtime routine called "Godzilla Check".So, in the 20 minutes before Joan's party, I decided to make a Godzilla card. North River Arts Society, our local organization, had just issued a new membership brochure with Joan gracing the cover. I cut her from the brochure, replacing the village street she was painting with Godzilla emerging from the trees, and replacing her canvas with a small Godzilla painting. Happily, the card was a big hit. I was happy to see it again, these years later. I'm going to plug those Godzilla movies in again, relive our child's childhood. Thanks for letting me indulge in a little reminiscence. Sayonara!
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