When we were in Atlanta, DD was obsessed with the notepad and pen in our hotel room. Like literally couldn't put it down, I had to threaten to take them away because she was supposed to be packing up her stuff and she was drawing instead.
When she finished, she showed off her work. "Here is a girl with a backpack, and there's an eel in her backpack eating her newspaper." Wha...? I thought I misunderstood, but no, she confirmed that the girl had an eel in her backpack, and the eel was eating the newspaper.
"Well, that's really creative. What made you decide to draw an eel eating a newspaper?"
"I was trying to draw her arms, but they looked more like an eel eating a newspaper, so I made it that instead." ::beams with pride::
I can barely draw a stick figure, but DH has art in his genes--it skipped a generation, but his aunt is an artist and his uncle was a photographer. I think DD inherited all of it--not because I think her work is so awesome (I often do, but I attribute that to the fact that I birthed her), but because she's so darn passionate about it, it's borderline compulsive. Like a sneeze that she can't hold in--it just has to come out.
Her art class starts Saturday, and I think she'll have the time of her life.
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