When people want to get a break from their children they often give them materials to draw or paint something. My parents used to do that too, but they didn’t expect I would get so hooked on it. I’ve learned to enjoy solitary activity of creating a mess with my color pencils and watercolors so much that they didn’t have to encourage me to draw something but rather to stop me so I would eat, go to the bathroom or do anything else.
It escalated to the point where my mother found me in the basement one day with a large pair of scissors and her favorite lace embroidery white tablecloth cut into very small pieces based on its elaborate design and rearranged on the floor into a different composition. As a 4 year old, I wasn’t aware then that I was expressing myself, but I am now.
