A rediscovered, unused set of acrylic paints had awakened me. I gathered a handful of brushed and dashed outside to my canvas: the snow.
Flicks of red, arcs of green, drops of blue, inclusive of animal tracks. The brushes were too small to get the effects I wanted. My hands froze without gloves. But it wasn’t the final product that mattered, it was the desire to try something new and enjoy the fun of self-expression.
Teachers, lead your children to fling around some paint today. Parents or grandparents? You come, too.*
*Phrase borrowed from The Pasture by Robert Frost (c. 1915)