... with Harpo and art; when he was 3, he'd stroke boxes of crayons and finger pads of paper, sigh deeply, get a bit teary, and walk away. Nothing we said or did helped him to be willing to try something he so clearly wanted to do, until we showed him a whole bunch of art books--he spent ages on a couple books I have about the Abstract Expressionists, and then he just went to town! He's been a drawing machine ever since--feeling freed from the restraints of representational art really opened the floodgates for him.
ROFL~ Tearing up a bit too! Nicely, nicely put !!!!
