My granddaughter, The Pixie, aged six, suggested we draw to fill in the time between now and when she’d have to go o school.
It was 7am and her mother had a breakfast meeting to attend and I had been called in to watch over her kids before school.
So between sucking on a breakfast box, a small box of some substance they told me was the same as a bowl of cereal, The Pixie produced paper and pencils and informed me of the ‘rules’ for this project.
I had to reach into her pencil box and without looking take a handful of pencils and with what I had in my hand use them to draw.
So with a sheet of paper each we set to work all the while The Pixie chatted away as she did under most circumstances.
Art was never a strong point with me but The Pixie was very persuasive and who was I to question the merits of this activity.
So it was heads down, pencils at the ready and creation took place. I recalled my days at school so many years ago when we had the occasional art lesson. I dreaded them, I have no spacial awareness and despite Brother Ralph’s best efforts to have me draw a vase I could never get the cylindrical top looking anything like he could do it.
The Pixie is non-judgemental; thankfully, she’d look across at what I was doing and comment favourably as I tormented the sheet with a number of crude images vaguely resembling trees and flowers.
It occurred to me that my artistic ability reached its peak when I was about six and it had stagnated ever since. The Pixie on the other hand was enthusiastically applying colours like there was no tomorrow and in her head a perfect image of what she was imagining was on the sheet in front of her.
Thankfully the time for school soon arrived, it’s amazing how time flies when you are having fun.
We dutifully signed our respective work and placed them on the fridge, as one does with works of art.
The Pixie was gracious in her criticism of my artwork and I was grateful for that.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/06/25/tale-weaver-281-artwork-june-25th/
Morpethroad 
I always put the kids artwork on the fridge where it stayed for about a month.
My niece drew me a picture of orca whales and dolphins because I mentioned I liked them. She was about 12 I think, and I still have it.
I think every parent/relative has a fridge covered in kids artworks of varying quality. Thanks Di for adding your thoughts this week.
you’re welcome
Fine artwork indeed. Its the process that is the fun too. I like how she “informed you of the ‘rules'” – such brilliance so young. Thanks for the lovely post. An enjoyable read. Cheers
Let’s see: is it Pixie up in the tree, and Grandad peeking out from behind another? Then, who’s off fishing?
Making art with children is has all the advantages of whimsy, imagination and magic. Thanks for sharing the story . . . and your art work!
That’s what I love about art speculating meaning 😀
Thanks for stopping by
Aww, how lovely. You should have added photos of the artwork!
Thanks Sadje there’s one at the bottom
Oh I had missed it. Very nice, yours I presume?
I do make my apologies for posting my work 😀
But it’s good! 😉
Best give your glasses a clean 😂
They are clean.
That picture is definitely worthy of hanging on a refrigerator.
You are far too generous Jim
That’s a fair representation of a path between two trees, with birds in the sky. Well done. 🙂
It was meant to be a river 🤪
Ooops!!!!! Sorry. First thing in morning, eyes ot focused.
Aww.. this is so sweet Michael 🙂 I loved your drawing..specially the peeping head behind the tree 🙂 😛
Thanks so much Nima I appreciate your comment.
My pleasure ‘Michael ☺️
I have a box filled with my grandchildren’s artwork. The Pixie should start a box or book to store Grandad’s art in. 😀
Grandchildren can be very prolific in their output I find.