A Little Bucket Filled With Art
We received a gift of art yesterday…Art…perhaps on this point the two of us might quibble…you see the art was from a three-year-old…it was a bucket filled with scribbles.
Perhaps it was not art at all…yes…when we see it in a different light…perhaps these were just little notes he took the time to write.
If it is a bucket filled with art or little notes is something we will long discuss…but what makes this bucket special…is he made it just for us.
What’s in that little bucket?…we can spend some time debating it but there is no argument what makes it special…is the time he took creating it.
For the beauty of any handmade gift (we realize as we grow older) lies both in the intention of the artist…as well as the eye of the beholder.
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