This past weekend I was running an artisan booth for my
business, The Clever Corvid Art and Art Workshops with Rhonda Beckman, in Ear
Falls at the Trout Forest Music Festival. It’s a huge endeavor that involves a
ton of planning to prepare for a festival, and it usually starts a good few
months in advance. With all of the hassle that is involved in a festival, it’s
soooo worth it when you actually get there and start the interaction process
with the patrons. I talk with people that “speak my language” about the process
of art, what their creative talents are, and so forth.
But when a CHILD walks in my booth, I do not ask “Do you do
any kind of art?” Instead, I ask, “What kind of artist are you?” There is a
huge shift that happens to a child around the age of 11 or 12, when this
awareness occurs as to whether they are an artist or not, and it truly is a
shame to see that magical spark slowly dissipate. Young children simply
automatically assume they are artists. That’s all there is to it and it’s never
an argument. But I did have a few children that were on the verge of saying, “Oh,
I’m not that good.” You know that someone got to them and suddenly there’s that
small feeling of apprehension which will only grow if someone isn’t there to
recognize it and shift that monster of a thought process. To be fair, children
go through brain growth spurts, and supposedly around the 12 year old change,
suddenly their brain craves reality. They are making sense of the world and
their feet are firmly planted in it. Suddenly Santa Claus is a ludicrous joke
and they’ll vehemently deny any connection in believing in Mr. Rolly Polly. So
if they have not been slowly developing their artistic skills through a
fantastic elementary school level art program that also instills the importance
of skill building through drawing and shading on a regular basis, children will
stop drawing if their drawings don’t start looking somewhat realistic. They are
seeing something in front of them and their eyes and hands are not working
together to make their drawing become set in reality. (On that note, I strongly
suggest all teachers buy the book, “Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain” to
teach realistic drawing skills.) Not that I think being a realistic drawer is
what makes one an artist, but it is what makes or breaks a child sometimes.
But back to the kids that still have “the magic”….when I ask,
“What kind of art do you do?” they say things like unicorns, and rainbows and
their dog and so forth and chat me up about what they like to draw. One girl
said, “I like to draw reindeer” and so I asked who her favourite reindeer was
and her immediate reply was, “Rudolph” to which her younger, 4 year oldish
brother retorted with hands on hips, “EVERYONE’S FAVOURITE REINDEER IS RUDOLPH!”
Just in case I wasn’t in the loop, you know.
One gaggle of children came to visit the booth and a girl in
leopard patterned rubber boots with a flowery crown and huge black rimmed
glasses said she is joining gymnastics this year. I mentioned that I could, at
one time, do a one hand cartwheel (which I was not about to demonstrate) and
asked if she could do a cartwheel. So she did to demonstrate her skills.
Awesome. I gave them all stickers and they thanked me as nice music fest kids
do.
But my most magical experience with children happened when
William came to my booth. I didn’t even have a chance to ask William what kind
of an artist he was. William was on auto-pilot and swooped directly to the back
of the booth where I had a collection of antiques and funky artifacts for sale.
He honed in on a piece of German pottery. Now let’s talk about this pottery. It
is a blue glaze on a grey underglaze which helps define the imagery. It is low
relief sculpture so it has a textural quality. The imagery shows two elderly
men, one sleeping on a chair while the other impishly tickles him. There is a
big beer stein in the picture. I labelled it “2 drunk old farts on a German
plate, Gerzit pottery, $20”. William ran his hands over the surface of the
plate and exclaimed his immediate love for it. He had a million questions which
I tried my best to answer. He said several times that he wanted to have that
plate. I said that since it was German pottery, it would be best to eat German
food on it for a great experience and tried my best to list off all of the
German foods I could think of; wiener schnitzel, streusel, sauerkraut,
bratwurst….sigh. I was being horribly stereotypical, but William didn’t notice
and didn’t give a damn about eating on it because he was adamant that this
plate was NOT going to be eaten on. It was going to be hung up in his room.
Then he left. And came back. Then he came back again with his mom who said, “Well,
if you’re good this weekend.” Then he came back with his friends to share in
his delight to which he got a few strange looks from his peers. Then as his
passion grew my heart grew bigger and the 8th or 9th time
he visited I told him that he could have it at half price even though I knew
darn well that I would be giving him that plate. He came back a few times more,
making sure the price tag was tucked under the plate so nobody else knew it was
for sale. I told him that I would tell anyone else that was interested in the
two drunk guys plate that it was absolutely NOT for sale.
The next day, my first customer was William, just checking
to make sure the plate didn’t get blown away in the night. Then he was gone to
carry on with the day’s activities. I was heading to the washroom when I saw
William taking down his tent with his mom. I was worried that he would leave
without having the opportunity to give him his plate so I mentioned that he
should swing by the booth. I was a bit embarrassed as I hoped his mother didn’t
think I was trying to swindle $10 out of an 8 year old boy’s hand, but she
replied by telling me he’s allowed to come over after he finishes his jobs.
Whew. You just can’t let a kid go without giving his something he’s so
incredibly passionate about!
William came running over with $10 in hand about a half hour
later. I said, “Ok William, here’s the deal. You can have the plate. You don’t
have to pay for it but I would love to have my picture taken with you and the
opportunity to share your story with my friends on Facebook.” His eyes widened
and then he excitedly said, “Let me go ask my Mom!” and I thought, good job,
Mom, on teaching your child to be responsible with social media! He came back
super excited to be able to say yes, and I have the picture to prove it.
My husband said if ever there was a time to believe it past
lives, this might just be it. What did William see in that plate that everyone else
passed by? What was the connection? To me, it is fascinating and just goes to
show that children are full of curiosity, wonder and delight, and I can only
hope to have half the passion that William does for the things that are loved
in life.
So thank you, awesome children, for being a constant
reminder of the beauty we are surrounded by all the time, if we choose to look.
As Matisse once said, “There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”