Sometimes I feel like I could watch this kid all day, sometimes she just mesmerises me.
Watching her paint is like listening to a song, like watching a ballet. The story unfolds as she works.
Mostly she is disapproving with her efforts, and as I watch she frowns and narrows her eyes. She groans and spends time studying, mixing the right colour, unsure how to continue. Her brow smooths out as the paint goes on right and she concentrates hard to get the look she is after. Her eyes seem to never close. This continues until she is finished, then you can read the feeling of self-accomplishment, the pride that it’s complete. Then after a while she is critical again, always picking the flaws, always thinking it should be, could be, better. Hesitant to be grateful for the admiration we have for her.
No matter how much her brothers exclaim how good her art is, no matter how much I tell her it’s good, she is still unsure. Soon, very soon, she will gain confidence in her art. I saw her smiling at this finished piece the other day. She painted the whole thing, start to finish, pencil to paint, on Saturday afternoon. It’s her impression of Monet’s painting (pictured next to it)
She has been working so very hard on a project for school these past few weeks, and has a presentation on Wednesday. I am excited for her. No doubt you will all hear about it from me on Wednesday night!