You know you lead an exciting life when your idea of fun is watching a Mac and Cheese bake off on the Food Network while sorting all your paint into categories. That’s what I did late Friday night, and I must say I found it extremely satisfying. I love organizing and reorganizing my art supplies. It’s become a ritual before I actually get down to producing something. (And I love anything to do with food—just as long as I’m not the one who is actually cooking it.)
While I was looking through my paints, I came across these two drawings David had done as a little boy. Before he was two, I gave him a set of Crayola markers and a stack of blank business cards that he drew on endlessly—when he wasn’t busy decorating the walls inside and out, that is.
I wish I’d put a date on the back of these drawings because I don’t know when they were done. I do know he was writing his name before he turned four, so I’m guessing that he did them sometime around then. Since drawing was only one of David’s many interests, I was surprised when he told me a couple of years ago that he always knew he was going to be an artist. I think if I’d known that was where he was headed, I might have tried to “educate” him about art. In retrospect, it’s probably a good idea that I didn’t because David naturally found his own way and blossomed.