She opened the package slowly, her eyes filled with delight and excitement. "Oh, look Mama, at the beautiful ribbon!" "Yes, Blaire, she even made the wrapping special."
She took her time to open it, because she was enjoying the expectation of what was to come. Slowly unknotting each tie of each pink ribbon. And then she found the layers of pink tissue paper... and revealed the treasure inside.
"Oh!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, Mama! I love it!"
Now isn't that why we all paint? Deep down inside, don't we all remember when we were a child, and we would create something... give it to Mama, or Daddy, or a grandparent, or even a school teacher... and hope for that show of enthusiasm and appreciation?
Ask me why I paint.
I paint because I love to see the joy that I saw when my daughter opened her present from my artist friend Susan Smolensky. Susan knows that my daughter loves horses and wanted to give her one of her horse paintings, for nothing in return.
My daughter wanted to do something for Susan though... because Susan touched my daughter's heart with her gift... and Blaire wanted to show her appreciation. So she painted a horse painting for Susan...
She took her time with it and kept asking, "Do you think she'll like it, Mama?"
"Oh yes, Blaire, she's going to love it."