Trouble has finally realised what fun drawing can be. While his sister slaved away trying to capture if only a reflection of the magic and shiny glitter that inhabits her mind, he would often bore after a few minutes of trying, and failing, to do the same.
He is a rational being. so small but there it is. His inquisitive mind wants to understand, while hers wants to create. He needs facts, figures and for everything to be 'correct'. she needs it to be pretty.
But then magic happened. It blew out of her page when someone accidentally left the window open, and fairy dust from her bathed him and made him able to see how this tool can also serve him. He is much more interested in the factual details: number of fingers, location of any marks or indentations, all the facts need to be included in the drawing for him to be satisfied, while colour and form take a secondary place, but the magic happens just the same.
Art is a wondrous thing which allows me to see the detail hidden in their hearts, as if holding a giant microscope which acts as a telescope at the same time, allowing me to see the adventures, hopes and dreams that take place in far away lands, far beyond the cold "I don't know" that usually comes out of their lips.
