Many of us want to be an artist. To be the noun you have to do the verb. How do you make art? I wonder. I look for inspiration, and…
The most genuine artist I know is my granddaughter, Stargirl.
When she invents a paper laundry hamper for her new baby brother-
When she paints her aunt’s nails with three colors, her mother’s leg in face paints-
When she takes a baby shoe and inserts the dollhouse baby into the velcro strap, for a stroller-
When she chooses sprinkles for the cake-
When she draws her dream-
When she arranges broken balloon bits, flower petals, and trash into a collage on the park bench-
When she finds a piece of branch by the pond and adds a stick mast and leaf sail-
When she sends rows of emojis-
When she paints thick watery shapes and then tips the paper to let them run-
When she takes the shriveled morning glory blossom and blows air into it to revive it’s shape-
She surprises and delights me with her art. I will be striving to rid myself of cliches and limits, I will seek to be surprising and fresh. Like my mentor, Stargirl.