I sit here contemplating the short distance to the studio and think that I should use the wovel to clear the path from mom’s front step and then mine to the studio. I pick up two pieces of soapstone. Turning the first over in my hands, I cup the rounded edges of a flower, studiously crafted by the hands of an 8 year old Laresa. Smooth, with the beginnings of a shine on the surface, a process that takes hours and days to complete.
The other, still a rough rectangle with slightly smoothed and rounded corners, made by SP when he was 6, shows the beginnings of carving techniques, and also the impatience of youth, as the object is turned into a ladybug with the addition of paint to create color, legs, head, and antennae.
And, yes, I am on my soapbox again. Starting young just opens the mind to creativity which is so necessary for productivity. Plus, as my mom says, working with someone else also bears the fruits of creativity as you bounce ideas off one another.