Friday the 31st of May

Yesterday, a six year old girl I know told me she wanted to be an artist. She was playing with her friends and when she saw me, she stopped to explain – she is the mother and she is leaving her kid at the day care.

And now you are going to your office? I said.

‘No, not office,’ she corrected me, ‘studio. I am an artist.’

I was so overcome with pride and happiness that I just stared at her. She smiled and said, ‘I want to be an artist when I grow up’.

Things like this makes it all worthwhile. All that hard work at the easel, the need for perfection that drives me half crazy, the worry of am I right to be on this road less travelled…don’t get me wrong; I love the unconventional (by Indian standards) life I have chosen for myself. It’s all goood!

Still, when you hear a child saying she wants to be an artist, it is an affirmation – yes Anita, you are on the right path after all.

Yummm…

Graphite on paper