The lesson. by PascalCampion
Leading lines and filling shapes, counting brushstrokes as they
Empty each cavity of its color, transforming this expanse of white
Space into a canvas worthy of framing, the tiny, eager hands of my
Son prove to me his passion is on par with my own. Even with my
Older age, the joy on his face, the glitter of inspiration in his eye
Nixes any doubts that this path, if he chooses it, will treat him well.