Such a simple question.
Macs and I were in the art supply store today.
I’ve been wanting to find it for a while now.
Today, I did.
We went in, and I looked around just to get a feel for what I can get there…
of course, I found some things I wanted…
but while I was checking out,
the gal running the shop today was talking to Macs.
She asked him if he liked art.
I tell you I just about burst when he looked her in the eyes, and said with full confidence…
“I’m an artist.”
I thought I would cry.
I’m so proud of him and his confidence.
I hope he never loses it.
I hope I can learn to have that confidence in myself.
Today in the shop I confided in that same gal that I was hoping to start
I want to spread that confidence in other children.
To tell them that coloring inside the lines is nice, but when you aren’t in school, and the teacher isn’t asking you, it’s OK to color outside the lines… it’s OK to make creatures that don’t exist, and play with orange in your skies…
Maybe in teaching that… I’ll get to that place myself.
Maybe, I’ll get back to that place where I can lose myself in the moment.
All I know, is that more than ever before, I feel like everything I’ve ever learned, everything I’ve taken time to do, my past jobs, my past volunteer work… it’s all coming to a place I think I want to stay. A place I want to grow. A place where a little boy can look at a stranger and TELL them he’s an artist.