Morgane my 3 year old is going through a new phase, happily a good one. About a week ago she brought over a piece of paper she had been drawing on to show me – lo and behold, it was 2 smiley faces with stick legs. I blinked. Was this a fluke? I blinked again, this time with tears in my eyes, at her sheer unadulterated joy at her creation. Since that day, she’s produced quite possibly a few hundred people: her and mommy, her and daddy (I keep telling daddy he has an odd resemblance to mr. potato head), grandma, grandpa, all kinds of people. Today her teacher at preschool told me how much time she is spending on this, with concentration and quiet contentment, and that it is unusual at this age to be drawing “representational art”. Which of course I heard as she is a fabulous artist-in-the-making. I used to draw and paint quite well, up until the need to have a ‘lucrative career path’ squelched that creativity – luckily I now have found other creative outlets. But I always have it in the back of my mind that I want to return to my art one day. Now Morgane is inspiring those thoughts again with her artistic bliss. I think we often forget how wonderful a feeling it is to simply create, to participate in this process without concern for whatever the result may turn out to be. So sign up for that class you’ve been wanting to take but just can’t seem to justify, and unleash your creative genius on the world.