I was watching my daughter draw yesterday and feeling both envious and inspired. I had given her 3 pieces of black matboard and she lay across the floor and tackled them with her colored pencils.
She just drew and drew, a narrative forming like a stream of conciousness. There is a princess, a dog, raindrops, umbrella, suitcase and a turtle... all on one panel.
Watching her, I wished I could create like that- without the critic whispering in my ear, the thousands of images of artwork much better than mine flashing in front of my
eyes and the hesitation that holds my hand and freezes my mind.
I hope for her that she will never lose her ability to create so freely. For me, I just wish I could regain it.
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