French la Vie

Gabriel, six, doesn’t think about making art, he just does. Crayons, paint, string, glue, whatever’s near, he’s already into it. No hesitation, no planning, just motion. So I laid out a canvas, scattered the paint tubes, brushes too, stepped back. No instructions, no words. He looked once, grabbed a brush, and started. Mixing, smearing, tapping, switching colors like water flowing. No rules, no stopping to judge, no “is this right,” just moving with it.

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.”
— Pablo Picasso 

“Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.” — André Gide

Creation moves best not when it’s invited.
When we build with love, the shape holds.
When we let spirit move, the work breathes.

And watching him, I thought—what if we all did that? Reached for what’s in front of us and create. Didn’t pause for the voice that says don’t or wrong or wait. Just let it come through. That river, it’s there in all of us, always moving, always full.

We forget. He hasn’t.

“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche

Living moments with the free flow. Allowing ourselves to breathe to feel to move from us. Gabriel paints as my thoughts wonder to a place where freedom, acceptance, and colorful imagination cheer!