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.
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