When both you and your husband are artists, it's natural to wonder whether your child will be one, too. I have no idea whether or not Henry will be the next Van Gogh, but I do know that—like most young children I know—he loves to color.
Rama bought Henry his first sketchbook last Christmas and we've been filling it ever since. Sometimes, Henry sits alone on the floor, surrounded by a sea of markers. He scribbles busily on the pages, filling white space with explosions of color. Dots, circles, lines and swirls. Other times we draw in it together, side by side. We make a drawing, he colors it in. He demolishes the drawing, we start again. It's an exploration of color, a practice in spontaneity, a lesson in humility. Nothing is precious, and everything is beautiful.
Henry, and the work we do together, is always surprising and inspiring me.
Top: Shoes & text by me, color by Henry
Middle: A portrait of Maira by Rama, color by Henry
Bottom: Explosion of color by Henry