The doorbell rings.
I open it but don’t see anyone till I look down. And there stands a tiny, neighbor girl who reaches out with an envelope and says “Hi, I’m going around the neighborhood giving out art.” She fidgets and acts a bit nervous, so I squat down and ask her how she created the piece. Then I ask if there is money in the envelope. She scrunches her face at me.
This is SUCH a great idea. I told her we needed art in this neighborhood, and that she should keep going, keep making art. Then I showed her a few things I was working on, and some of the things hanging on the walls.
Man can we learn a lot from kids. How did we unlearn our innocence?