Art is Love

So my Mom

keeps everything

it's funny cuz

if I ask 

if she

remembers

a moment

it's usually not

but if I ask

if she 

has a tangible 

piece of 

a moment

it's likely so.

Soooo

when I asked

if she 

had any

used crayons

of course

she did

she had mine

my childhood

crayons.

A fairly large

plastic bag 

of really old

used up crayons

she peeled 

the wrappers off

for me 

knowing

I was going to 

melt them into

new ones

for the kids.

As I sat there

sorting colors

touching moments

trying to 

remember

I did

of all the times

moments

many crayons

in my lifetime

I remembered

these

the short

the fat

the thick

the oily ones

the ones that were

wrapped in

a black wrapper

labeled simply

crayon

they fit snugly

into a black

art case 

I used to carry 

everywhere

and draw.

I was maybe 8

I would lay out

this portable studio

many times

next to a blank

bright white

fresh sheet of paper

pop out one

of the cool

"crayons"

from the case

and make 

the darkest

the smoothest

the richest

colored 

works of art

I remember.

And now 

here I am

here they are

my crayons

laying on

a white sheet

of paper

that my girl

 

just the other day

had drawn on

my crayons

and 

her signature

scribble with circle

that in this moment

looks like

pure love

how fitting

that the fate

of these crayons

my crayons

is to be 

melted into 

love

 

and used 

to create

even more

love.

And that is
exactly
what it is
about
love
creating moments
keeping memories
doing things
that we
love
with the people
for the people
that we
love.

Even if
when
not everyone
wants to do
all that you
love

I told you the girl could hold the crayon for real!

you find

other things

memories

moments
in life
that you
love.

Look who can do somersaults, my boy!

And you 

embrace

all that

you are 

given

with love.

I love Art.

I love the materials.

I love the creativity.

I love the possibility.

The purple blur near his shoulder is her flinging the play-doh!

I love the process.

I love the product.

I love the potential.

I love the mess.

I love the clean up.

 

I love the mistakes.

I love the moments.

For me

Art has 

always been

life

my life

and once my life

changed

I had to find

a new way

to let the Art

back in

but really 

it's always been there

because now

I see

for me

Art is Love.