My Nana bought me a little magnet drawing pad to use in the car as I get bored these days really easily, and my Mama and Daddy are not “stay still” kind of folks. I love my new board so much because I love to draw. I draw on paper all of the time, but I have a hard time with the pen sometimes, and I run out of paper. When that happens, sometimes my art has spilled onto the furniture and a few of my toys. My Mama says, “Only on the paper, Dorian,” and I know and understand, but it is really, really tempting to keep making art everywhere that I go.
With my little magnet pad, though, I never run out of room to draw, because when I get tired of my picture, I just make it go away and then I start right over again with a blank magnet page. I can do this as many times as I would like, and there are no art accidents that way. Everyone is happy.
In that picture up at the top, those are two pirates. When I drew them I told Mama and Daddy, and Mama took a picture of me making my art. Mama thought that they were ghosts, but that is the beauty of art… we can all see different things.
Sometimes I draw something really scary to me, though, and I have to scratch it out really fast before erasing it because that takes longer. Our minds can sometimes create really weird things when we do not mean for them to, just like when we dream and things start to go wrong and everything gets dark. I don’t know why the scary guy came out on the magnet pad, but I made him disappear, and fast.
No matter what, though, scary mind people or not, I am going to keep making art and making pictures on paper and on my magnet pad. It is the way that I can show the world that there are so many beautiful pictures in my mind… and those pictures can become my art on canvas.
That’s me looking into Daddy’s camera and pushing the little click-and-take-a-picture button. When you push that button, it takes that one moment and freezes it in time. I like that– I am frozen there with funny faces and smiles. I see my big sister Addie and my big, big sister Lilli take pictures of themselves all the time, so why not me? Even Mama gets into it and takes pictures with me or my big sister or when she is somewhere that is really pretty.
These pictures are called “selfies”so I hear, and I am quickly becoming an expert. I already know, because everyone tells me, that I am “cute” and “beautiful.” Those sound like wonderful words, and by taking these freeze moments of myself, I am sharing that cuteness with my family and my future self when I get bigger. It is my cute, beautiful, silly, funny self frozen in time for all the world to see. “Selfies” aren’t bad, they are face art, and my art is gorgeous.