Amie wanted to draw from one of our art books. It’s a new thing. She loves to sit with the “humongous fat one” that DH and I lugged all the way from the Louvre so many years ago, and leaf through all of its 600 pages.
This time I pulled out a book about Hildegarde von Bingen. We leafed through von Bingen’s magnificent visions of the Cosmic Egg, the Microcosmos and the Macrocosmos, and the Cultivation of the Cosmic Tree. “That’s the one,” she said.
She put her entire heart into reproducing it in as much detail as she could apprehend and process. I helped a little, mainly by describing the aspects she wanted to focus on (“the square is big so everything can fit inside it. You can divide the inner circle by drawing a cross in it”) and by coloring in a little. The rest is all hers.
This is *exactly* what I am talking about over on my blog….even though we copy a painting or a piece of artwork, it become uniquely ours in some way. We interact and process with the image and then distill it down to something that reflects our personality or our being…soul, whatever you want to call it. I am amazed at your daughter’s maturity in regards to her artwork. She is one very blessed child to have a mama who is willing to nurture her interests.
Thanks for sharing your link to this great entry,
Barb-Harmony Art Mom