My sister and her family have just been visiting for the past two days, including my three little nephews. Here are the two oldest above (the littlest guy is just 6 months old and is not ready for art making, yet). Today, I set them up with some oil crayons and watercolor pencils, and they went to town. Both of them really love making art, and this was just one occasion of many during the last two days when they sat down to make art.
I really love being able to be an example to them of a working adult artist. Simon (the older one) has been asking me many questions about what I do, and I feel very happy to be able to send him the message that art is an option as an adult, or on a larger scale: that it is possible to make your life about something you really love to do. He’s just 7 years old now, and I know he is very far from knowing what he will do as an adult, but it makes me happy to be an alternative, to be a living breathing person he knows that does this type of work.
When I was a kid, I did know some artists, but the general understanding I got was that it wasn’t a very good career path—you were most likely to end up with no money, living in a one room apartment and washing dishes to buy paint (I actually knew someone who fit this exact description). I’m not saying that is a bad way to live, but it’s not exactly what your parents tell you is an ideal to strive for. I want to show my nephews that you can live a life of wild creative dreams, and it can be a good and beautiful and abundant life.
It was a great joy to see these little guys, and my sister and brother-in-law. Now that they live just 4 hours (drive) away I’ll get to see them a lot more often than before. That means a lot more art time together, and learning random facts about shoes (from my oldest nephew) and jumping, running, and collecting rocks (with my middle nephew) and looking around at this amazing world (with my youngest nephew who has big blue eyes and the brightest little smile). Thanks for coming to visit guys!