Curate beauty within the mind of a child. Painting presents an opportunity to fill a young mind with wonder and mystery. Begin with picture books and fairy tales. Note the wreath of stars, the egg in nest. Follow watery paths through the forest. Notice the towering trees. Speak of perspective. Flashes of yellow, like sun beams, flit through boughs. The ‘Pine Siskin’ takes flight. Follow its course to the misty forest floor. Moss blankets bark. Press a cheek to velvet.
Absorb colour, explore its range and depth. Study images and great artists. Notice shape and size. Speak of fairy folk and hidden lairs. Search objects that visually intrigue. Perhaps a stone or feather?
There’s a toolbox on a trolley. Unfasten the lock, note the rusted patina. Tucked inside are tubes of colour. There is Painter’s Tape, a necessary anchor for paper. A daughter’s brushes wait in a vessel of cut glass.
We nod in agreement- it’s rather beautiful and decide, paper bags make the perfect canvas.
We speak of Evergreens, imagine an empty nest. It is almost winter, after- all. Even the sky is moody.
You wonder where animals find shelter.
We speak of homes and families, land and loss, bears and garbage cans.
You offer up your pumpkin as a gift of food. We promise to deposit it to the forest floor, for the birds.
Today is a slow tempo of pause and reflection, a pensive adagio. We smear to appreciate haphazard brush strokes. Violet and yellow make moss. A blue daze sky of ink and agate surround the branches of the evergreen.
I sip coffee.
Your wee fist drags a stick through puddles of paint, marvels at the lines. Brush strokes blend dark and light. An imaginary cloud rips open. Softly, softly, flakes fall onto branches and into the nest. All to enchant.
Cherish it. Frame it. Tape it to the wall.
Beauty And Wonder
“And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook tags: beauty, breezes, child, dreaming, poetry, sunsets