A few weeks ago we got a call from my daughter saying my five-year-old grandson wanted to paint with me. After a gulp and a vision of a paint smeared chubby hand settled, I realized he was many miles away and he must have something else going on in his very active mind. “We can paint at the same time,” he said. What a pleasant thought, the two of us painting at the same time.
|Grandson's first Abstract|
Then a few days ago he made the trip to my studio. After a quick check of the studio he asked, “Can we paint again?” “Yes,” I said, and did we have fun! His eager hands were receptive to tips and suggestions. Before his first masterpiece piece was completed, he was on to his first advanced technique: the eye dropper for that single water drop that traveled down his painting. He squealed with the thrill of excitement.
Next, the drinking straw. His little boy puff of air sent paint in exciting shapes and patterns. Each puff of air brought a cheer and a growing sense of pride in his creation. As his paintings were drying in color patterns on counters, he looked up to me and said, “This is the best day of my life.” That was also one of the best days of my life, dear grandson.
Hoping you enjoy all the art around you,