I watch Kitty draw with utter amazement. Look what she can do!
How can she do this?
I certainly can’t, although I suppose I make art in a different form. Her dad writes beautifully and, perhaps if he had felt a passion for art like she does, and had worked to perfect it for as many hours as she has, perhaps he could have had artistic talent like this too?
My mom is a great artist (she’ll chastise me for saying this because, after all these years, she still doesn’t think she is). She studied fine art at the University of Cape Town and she designed book covers for a book publisher before she married my dad. And we all have beautiful birthday cards from her that we cherish as treasures. She is an artist.
My great grandmother and my great aunt were both lovely artists too, who painted heirloom pictures that hang in my moms home in South Africa.
Perhaps this talent of Kitty’s comes from all of them and still more, unknown, artists who came even before them? All the artists in our family lines who have passed their artistic flair to Kitty like magic.
Perhaps it’s also the hours and hours of creative things I did with her when she was little? The hundreds of acorn fairies / leaf gnomes / pine cone hedgehogs we made together through the years. I thought they were just for fun but perhaps they were more important than that? Perhaps they led Kitty to this beautiful passion.
Perhaps it’s the encouragement of art through her Waldorf education. That art and beauty have been cherished and encouraged through everything she has done at school.
Perhaps it’s her beloved art teacher who is a fairy herself, who has taught Kitty the same things she teaches her students at university?
I think that perhaps nature and nurture have converged to explode here in a cacophony of magic. She is a lucky soul to have found this artistic passion at such a young age. She has a whole life ahead of her with the knowledge that she can connect with creativity Herself.
Blessings and magic,