
When the bell rang, the other students rushed to start their weekends.
Joseph didn’t hear the bell. Absorbed in his work, he was in a different realm. He loved everything about art class. The smells of the paper, the paints, the solution for cleaning brushes–it was all part of every painting he produced. It was his passion.
He smelled the sweet scent of the flowers he painted. He felt the wind under his wings. His heart beat to the rhythm of the horses’ hoofs.
His dad waited, patient. He knew great things were waiting for his son.
All Dads know that about their children
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I hope his dad and teachers continue to support him. Nicely done.
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Thanks, Iain. With that kind of support from his dad, I think he’ll go far. And teachers, too, but the dad-element is primary.
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Beautiful. Loved it.
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Thank you π
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I like how you show a genius being born.
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Thanks, James.
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Beautifully captured.
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With all that talent, and encouragement from his Dad, he has such a major head start
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A beautiful story. He has the passion and support from his dad, if he keeps going, he might indeed go far. And even if he doesn’t, Dad’s support is priceless.
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How wonderful, to be so attuned to his natural environment. Very enjoyable read, Linda.
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Looks like Joseph has a great future ahead. π
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What a lovely way to describe painting, I have learnt something special, so I look forward to using smelly vision next time I draw.
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Thanks, Michael π
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Great that Dad understands him. I loved your descriptions of the artist relishing his sensory reactions to everything around him. He clearly loves the whole process with a passion.
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Yes. He is absorbed in his work, which makes it not work at all π
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What a lovely story, Linda. How lucky is he that he is so well supported. He will go far!
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Thanks, Dale. Parents too often do not realize their strong influence for both good or evil. Such a great responsibility.
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Oh boy. Is it ever!
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Sweet. I love how his Dad waits for him to finish π
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Thank you.
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If only all children had such support. A delightful tale Linda.
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I loved this; the boy’s wonderful imagination and passion, and his father’s support. Well done!!
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Wonderful. Such relationships don’t always have to be right, but they should be real. π
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That’s an unusual, refreshing twist. Good for both of them. If only more parents were so supportive, we’d have a lot less misery and a lot more art. Of course, less misery could lead to less poignant art.
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That’s a perceptive comment. Misery can indeed stir the creativity in some people.
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Beautiful. I love the idea that he is so lost in his art and that his father supports him. Nicely written!
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This is lovely! I know children like this, and I know teachers who saw it, and let them, and helped their parents see it, too. I also know parents who saw it, and helped the teachers learn. And spirits soared, and talent grew, and even a simple life was bettered then. π Loved this! Na’ama
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what a dad. the kid’s lucky to have him. π
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Dear Linda,
Such a sweet scented piece. Good for the father who knows his son. Loved this.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much π
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I like the way you use several different senses to convey the totality of Joseph’s experience of painting.
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Thanks, Penny. I believe creative people operate on several levels of awareness, and the sense of smell is the oldest one we have, buried deep in the amygdala. I’ve lost a lot of my sense of smell, and I had no idea what a big loss that would be! Not Covid, BTW π
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