Strange Markers (4)

Eight years old, looking around a brand new restaurant. All around the high walls are watercolor paintings. Sailboats in summer. Horses running in winter.

Nobody has to teach us to love drawings and paintings, we just do. Showing what we see, using only our hands, is kind of an amazing thing.

Loving color, loving the light. Because colors are every form of it.

The delight we take in drawings, in paintings, in greeting cards, in comics, in animations goes back to the fundamental us. For as children, our natural response to seeing the world is to want to reproduce it.

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