"art washes away from the soul, the dust of everyday life" --Picasso
When a child asks to be Spiderman, Batman, or a different favorite superhero, I can see the transformation take place as he [or she] sits on the stool, make up goes on, and they are 'painted' into character. He sits a little straighter and I whisper in their ear, "Shoulders back, be proud of who you are." And, beaming, this fledgling hero launches into the world, a new quest calling. As my hero jumps off the stool and charges into the world, it's as if he's seeing the world f
or the first time.