“I was thinking more… how about that forest green I made for you,” my daughter kept suggesting, each time I neglected her newest mixed color and chose something patently stupid, like the grimy gray-purple I kept applying myself to, in the hope of improving it, and then clearly failing to affect any change whatsoever.
Love that concept and imagery. I also love the idea that your son might someday have his own private soho loft style gallery of his sister's paintings, many smeared with muddy fingerprints, his personal contribution to the art world.
And more seriously observing the process of both creation and appreciation with your children is a gift. Letting them see the world through our eyes might be one way to teach lessons, but seeing the world through theirs is a wonderous reminder of the world's many joys.
Yes! I love this distinction between all the ways we interact with art. What a delightful reminder. And this reminds me that I have too many blank walls. Might need to dig out the watercolors.
I am an appreciator of your creations, a symbiosis of sorts, whereby I end up thinking thoughts I otherwise might never have thunk. It brings delight, as in brother, where an attitude of gratitude becomes manifest. It calls forth too what one might describe as worship, in the sense of giving worth to something, as in worth-ship. Where our treasure is really is where our heart will be; and we sing.
Your descriptions of brother's volcanic energy and everyone's efforts to harness, no, redirect, no, accommodate and avoid or else channel the lava-flow are priceless! The process you & sister deployed when the eruption was one of pure love and appreciation was utterly enchanting! It is easy to see why brother's intensity of infatuation would be triggered by the picture in the photo! That "color turns" is one powerful game for artists and their appreciators!
'The Appreciators'
Love that concept and imagery. I also love the idea that your son might someday have his own private soho loft style gallery of his sister's paintings, many smeared with muddy fingerprints, his personal contribution to the art world.
And more seriously observing the process of both creation and appreciation with your children is a gift. Letting them see the world through our eyes might be one way to teach lessons, but seeing the world through theirs is a wonderous reminder of the world's many joys.
Yes! I love this distinction between all the ways we interact with art. What a delightful reminder. And this reminds me that I have too many blank walls. Might need to dig out the watercolors.
Appreciating beauty is in itself a rare skill, possibly rarer than creating it.
I am an appreciator of your creations, a symbiosis of sorts, whereby I end up thinking thoughts I otherwise might never have thunk. It brings delight, as in brother, where an attitude of gratitude becomes manifest. It calls forth too what one might describe as worship, in the sense of giving worth to something, as in worth-ship. Where our treasure is really is where our heart will be; and we sing.
S, a few weeks ago, apropos of nothing: "You know, I think H can be annoying sometimes but I just really like his enthusiasm".
He is second to none in life-force.
Hahaha well said, both S and L!!
Your descriptions of brother's volcanic energy and everyone's efforts to harness, no, redirect, no, accommodate and avoid or else channel the lava-flow are priceless! The process you & sister deployed when the eruption was one of pure love and appreciation was utterly enchanting! It is easy to see why brother's intensity of infatuation would be triggered by the picture in the photo! That "color turns" is one powerful game for artists and their appreciators!
Love this one!
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Every word of this made me shiver and cry and need to share. Which I will. What treasure you offer. Thank you.