Why Dont You Paint Grandma

When my granddaughter Molly was nine, we knew she was an artist. I bought her paints, canvases, inks, watercolors, pencils and erasers. I used to sit and watch her, and talk to her while she was creating. Grandma, why don’t you paint? One terrific reason. I did not want to waste a canvas. They cost a lot of money if you are not buying them in bulk. Was I worth an eight dollar risk? What if I ruined a canvas? That was eight bucks down the drain. She kept pestering me. I only draw cartoons, I told her. You could paint one! She said. This was the beginning of the end of life as I had known it. I had so much joy in my heart as I selected paint colors for that cartoon. I painted a second cartoon, a tenth cartoon, a six hundredth cartoon. My house is full of black lights that feature my hundreds of paintings. This obsession has lasted eight years thanks to a girl named Molly.