children are the most amazing artists. i don’t understand them, and they sorta frighten me, but i could watch them for days on end as they draw and doodle to their hearts’ content. it’s fascinating, adorable, and endlessly heartwarming.

kid art does for me what remy’s ratatouille did for anton ego.

i see a tiny bit of myself in all the wee ones who draw with reckless abandon. before a certain age, they’re still unfettered and unconditioned (in a weird sense). their lack of inhibition, when given some instruments and paper, is so inspiring.

all i did as a child was draw, and quite feverishly at that. nothing made me happier than when my aunt and mom bestowed upon me scratch paper from their work. often times it was reams of dot-matrix printer paper. remember that? with the perforated sides (with the holes)?

now you give me a pen and some paper and i’m overcome with a paralyzing fear that triggers this thought flow: what do i draw? whatever i draw won’t look right. it’s gonna look like shit. why is it so hard for me to just draw SOMETHING? god i hate myself.

anyway, i was reminded of all this at BLAST OFF. the community mural was getting some serious play from people of all ages. it was magnificent and endearing – an incredible experience. PLEASE peep some of the photos of the young tykes drawing. they’ll slay you with sweetness!

ps – in the second photo above, three guys are basking in a lyrical drawing by two sisters.

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