All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once you grow up.

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Meanwhile at the Salon...


The light pourin' from the window is gorgeous an' the last of today's appointments has just walked out the door. Time for me an Viridian to do some drawin'. I head upstairs to fetch my daughter an' a fresh drawin' pad, then we go back downstairs cuz the light there's better. As usual, her fine pale green hair is already fallin' out her ponytail in wisps but enough is still holdin' that I won't bother her 'bout fixin' it. Instead, I carefully place the new pad in front a her along with a bunch of pencils and crayons. Then once she's settled in I ask her, "So, what should we draw today? More dragons an' cats or somethin' else?"

My daughter giggles and announces,"Snow! Today we is drawing snow!"

"Okay, snow it is. How 'bout you start and then I'll add somethin', then you draw again?"

Vir picks up a fat pink crayon, makes a mark on the paper an puts it down. Chooses a different one, the blue one, and then starts drawing; makin' little stars all over the paper. When she's done she tells me so an then pushes the paper over to me. "Your turn, Ma!" I grin at her as I take up a pencil and try to fit some thing in around her snowflakes that will fit the snow theme. In the end I add a hill an some tracks like a sled just went by. Snow is still kinda new to me, we never saw it much til the carnival decided to stop here.

I pass the picture back to my daughter and tell her it's her turn again. She grabs a different colour an' starts makin' circles stacked on toppa each other. "What's that?" I point at her pile of circles. "Its'a snowman!" "What's he wearing? Anythin'? or is he naked?"

She giggles. "I dunno. Stuff! Like, like maybe a hat, n' scarf, maybe a big coat like the dark man has." I sketch those items in. The coat gives me the most trouble as I have to fit it around the unsteady looking stack of circles with no idea of the body parts that would help me place where the various coat bits go. After a few tries I turn it into a cloak instead.

We keep passing the paper back an' forth drawin' stuff in turns til the light stars to fade which makes it time for dinner.

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