I promised my niece a “painting party” as long as she did not come down into the studio while I was working. She kept her side of the bargain. Kind of.
Minutes later, I helped her get dressed in my painting shirt and tights. Everything was too big of course. I made adjustments by tying a knot in the back of her shirt and she rolled up her pant legs.
“I’m Sammy!” She exclaimed with sheer delight.
She needed encouragement or advice to start painting. Instead she painted quickly and impulsively.
Fear of the blank canvas? None.
Fear that she won’t be able to paint something amazing? Also none.
In fact, not so long after she started she said this: “I’m an artist. I’m painting a lot. I’m good at it.”
Yes you are my love.
Oh how I wish my students would all have the same confidence!
What's in store for her painting? Well, she told me quite adamantly that she wanted to glue newspaper on it and then place it outside next to my canvas so that it would look old.
I love you sweetheart.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art making process can be a vehicle for empowerment.
I am living proof.