Lately, my grandson has been painting.

He makes abstract compositions, and I love his casual confidence. He chatters away and sings while he paints. 

So what if he is only five years old. He has hands to hold a paintbrush, dexterity to apply the paint, and his own unique eye. 

I’d like to think that seeing my own paintings throughout his life has influenced him. When he was a newborn, he used to stare at my art on the wall, as his mother did when she was a baby. 

Maybe my work has influenced him in some way, but there is always something I can learn from him, too. His focused nonchalance, and joyous approach inspire me.