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Maddie has no doubt that she’s an artist. “Of COURSE I’m an artist,” she told me one day as she put brush to paper, just after I’d mused “maybe you’ll be an artist when you grow up”.  Why would there be any doubt – if she can pick up a paint brush, dip it in the paint, and apply it liberally to the paper – that she’s an artist? Sheesh! Moms are SO silly sometimes!

Maddie is seven.  Last night, I picked her up from her weekly “young artists” class at the local leisure centre. After waving her art in front of my face, she bounded through the parking lot, talking a mile a minute about all the projects they were going to make. “Next week, we’re making DOLLS! Can you imagine? I don’t know HOW we’re going to make dolls! I’ve never made a doll before! And then the week after that, we’re making paper maché. I don’t know what paper maché is yet. Today we did finger painting and I forgot to wear my paint shirt, and – Mom – I’m sorry I got it all over my clothes, but the teacher says it’s washable. And why would you EVER make any paint that wasn’t washable? ‘Cause really – kids are gonna get it on their clothes!” She didn’t stop chattering – from the moment I picked her up, all the way through the grocery store, to the moment she got home.  I think the only reason she stopped talking was because she needed to divert her mouth to the task of eating!

Oh the joy and confidence of a seven year old in love with art!  I want that effortless joy, that confidence that I really AM an artist just by virtue of picking up a brush, that willingness to experiment with things I haven’t tried yet, that willingness to give away my art without doubting that it will be lovingly received, that unabashed delight in getting dirty, and that ability to make mistakes without translating that to mean I AM a mistake.

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