Last summer, Yann and I took the two little pickles—our grandchildren—to the store and handed each of them ten whole euros. You’d think we’d given them the keys to the kingdom. We then proceeded to spend nearly two hours wandering the aisles while they made the most serious financial decisions of their young lives.
No tears, no arguments—just deep, profound concentration. Honestly, I’ve seen adults buy houses with less deliberation.
They, approached this mission like tiny, determined artists-in-residence. Carefully, Gabriel selected yarn, and string, and wire, and tape—so much tape— As for Claire Sparkle- she bought every sparkle she could, and chocolate, and glue on fingernails, and lip balm. A true girly-girly!
When we got home Gabriel went to work. Mazes, sculptures, mysterious installations that only he could explain. Months later, he’s still at it, wrapping, taping, twisting… an ongoing exhibition- everywhere.
The other day I showed him the work of Christo, and that his art reminded me of him—and oh, he love that.
There’s nothing sweeter than watching children discover their own creativity… I regret I don’t have more photos.
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