Life of Wry

Art. Yet another thing we — as parents — failed to instill in Peter. We didn’t give him siblings, or a dog… or a pool, or a cul-de-sac!

[Hangs head.]

Jim and I each have our creative pursuits and outlets (such as they are), but we didn’t go very far down the road of encouraging Peter’s artistic development. He was never much interested, frankly, but maybe we could have modeled more, or guided him more? Well… I’ll defend myself by saying he had a full childhood with lots of activities and, in my heart of hearts, I don’t believe he suffered. (And I’m sure, if I tried, I’d find lots of examples of us introducing him to art or music (in which he did partake), or other forms of creative expression (does designing his own bedroom count?).

Well… I can see this could be a long blog post, and it’s late, so I’ll just get to the photo I wanted to post.

This is a picture Maya sent to Jim a couple days ago with the lead in, “Peter does art!”

She’s clearly having some very positive influences on our boy. She’s very arty. She makes time for art in her daily life (she’s been taking ceramic classes lately, she loves fashion, she loves building things, she’s an architect after all). And … it looks like some of that is rubbing off on P.

A sweet development.