Pure Creativity
It was in the dark of night and our baby boy couldn’t sleep or he didn’t want to anyway; and so I was left holding the baby. As we sat in the rocking chair, I held his little hand in mine and I felt something I hadn’t felt for a long time.
I felt innocent again, I felt pure… pure creativity.
What can an artist learn from holding their nine week old daughter or son?
What can’t they learn?
A new human life is a bundle of pure creativity, an incredibly imaginative and intricately made object of affection.
Thank you my son, when I was tired and cynical you reminded me about it means to be childlike and human.
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