My 8 year old loves art. Bring on any type of art medium, she'll try it. She'll push up those shirt sleeves and just start creating. I watch my daughter; her eyes intent, her young capable hands demanding precise action, fixating on the process of creating something that has meaning to her. It's amazing to see the result of her concentrated efforts and see her intense pride as I reverently place her work in a beautiful frame and hang it on the wall. All of my kids have artwork hung with special care throughout the house; but it is my 8 year old, who pauses in front of her paintings in silent appreciation and dreams.
This creative child of mine loves to study picture books. I would notice my daughter studying the illustrations but never really thought much about it. Until recently. I heard my 8 year old muttering over the illustrations in My Different Colored Days by Dr. Seuss and The Princess and the Pea by Lauren Childs. I was in awe...there's an Artista in my house! My daughter was musing about the art techniques the artists used, how the illustrations brought out the story, and was wondering how she could reproduce the same effect. This creative intensity surprised me. Whether this is just a colorful faze or an aesthetic love that continues to develop as my daughter grows older, I am so honored I am witness to this slice of passion and joy. It is really, really cool.