My older son, Paul, has always been artistic. Luckily, he’s interested in drawing – sometimes.
From age two, Paul’s shown he’s a natural artist. We were carving pumpkins, so we gave him a marker to draw a face on one. He did so in about 90 seconds, then handed back the marker. The curves he’d marked on the pumpkin looked like nothing to me.
“Paul, are you sure you’re happy with that?”
Even at two, Paul didn’t doubt himself; he nodded his head. His answer was final.
I carved Paul’s pumpkin, then my wife put a candle in it. We put it in a dark room.
Paul’s jack-o-lantern came to life. With the light coming through, we realized that he’d drawn a face on an angle. We hadn’t been able to discern the effect on the surface of the pumpkin, but with the candle shining through, we couldn’t miss it. It’s not an effect I would be confident to try for.
I’m not talented; Paul is. I always wonder where he’ll go with art. Since the summer, he’s been drawing, now and then.
Details and that “finished look” are very important to Paul. His mother is the same, while I’m so opposite.
Here’s a female vampire Paul drew last week. Happy Halloween:)