Kids and Conviction πŸ˜Š

I met some amazing people during the Imagine Art Festival. They were uniformly loving, attentive, curious and complimentary 😊. But this meeting was simply too beautiful to not share!

I was sitting at my desk and trying to finish my ‘sketch a day’, when a cute little girl came up to me and asked if she could paint as well.

There was enough stationary and paints so I invited her to join me. She settled herself on the chair, feet dangling happily above the ground πŸ˜€.

With a look of great concentration and joy she started painting the petunia that was on the table. After sketching, she asked if she could share my paints and if I could give her a brush. Thus equipped, she proceeded to colour her petunia. ☺️

Her mom was waiting patiently on the side, clicking photographs of her little one painting.

Once she was done, I asked her if she wanted me to tear the page from my sketchbook for her to take home… She shook her head and said it was a gift for me! And that she would give it me only if she could write something on it first. πŸ€”

My curiosity was piqued, but she wouldn’t let me peep, and hid her message with her tiny cupped hand. 😁 She selected a pencil and proceeded to leave her message for me…

It read,

“From one artist to anotherβ€œ!!

She is eight years old, I think! 😁

#kids #conviction #art

Inspiration from Newspapers πŸ˜Š

Of late, the only reason I scan the papers is for inspiration. The reading material leaves me sad, invairably. But, it is in photographs from around the world that I find some connect with humanity and beauty.

After the initial, visual input, the imagination takes over and results in some new, often soothing artworks 😊.

A Little Magic on the Road :)

Driving down to my studio yesterday, I had the misfortune of having one of those real nasty drivers behind me… Those who drive bumper to bumper, literally sitting on the horn and swearing all the time. I looked at him in the rear view mirror and he looked like a dark cloud of anger. 
How can one hasten a traffic jam? I wondered. And then, for my own peace of mind I decided to edge into another lane, just to get away from him. As he came into the spot I managed to vacate, I looked at him again and to my utter astonishment he was smiling!

The reason was in the car ahead of him… Two cute kids wouldn’t stop grinning their toothless grins and waving at him.. They broke down his armour of anger and somehow their smiles and innocence touched him. 

He waved at them shyly and tentatively at first.. And was slowly transformed into a more joyful being, a magic that only kids can weave… 😊

NEED WASHING?? A beautiful story from Facebook

NEED WASHING??…Simply superb

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messedΒ up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in ‘Mom let’s run through the rain,’she said.

‘What?’ Mom asked.

‘Let’s run through the rain!’ She repeated

‘No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,’ Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: ‘Mom, let’s run through the rain,’

‘We’ll get soaked if we do,’ Mom said..

‘No, we won’t, Mom.. That’s not what you said this morning,’ the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.

This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?

‘Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!’

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain.. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

‘Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD let’s us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,’ Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories…So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.


Take the time to live!!!

Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you’ll need each other — and don’t forget to run in the rain.