A little girl drags a chair up to the counter. Her mother places a sheet of paper on the table in front of her and then scatters out her bright crayons. At first she struggles, but continues to draw; every line becomes a subtle improvement. The girl draws until her little “master piece” is complete. Then, once she has checked it over for flaws, she hands it to her mother. Her mother then folds it into thirds and stuffs it into a white envelope. The little girl watches attentively as her mother seals the envelop and begins to scrawl the addresses onto the front of the envelope. Then she picks up the stamps, and after being showed where to put it, the little girl sticks it to the upper right corner. Eagerly she awaits the day that another envelope comes in the mail with her name on it. Finally, that day comes—it is a letter from her cousin saying how great her drawing was and that it is now on her refrigerator. In less than an hour, she is back at the table waiting for her mother to scatter the rainbow of colors out for her once again so she can create another refrigerator-worthy drawing.
Everybody has a reason to do what they do. For me, it was my cousin Heather. Heather is an artist and has always been my inspiration to do better. Sitting at that table and drawing a new picture every other month tested me, and whenever she would come home, she would give me a piece of her own art work. Seeing how great and talented she is has always pushed me to do my best.
I believe that it does not matter if a person can’t even draw a stick man, art can be their passion. Art can be every thing for them. Art has a special power. Art is an escape. Art is relaxation. Art can be everything you want it to be . . . and more.