I stepped away as she lathered color across the canvas in long strokes, making a bright pattern of plaid-like lines. “I want the background to be colorful,” she said.
Sometimes I get in her business too much, try to direct her, ask too many questions.
I should just stand back and watch her work.
Eliza, my 11 year-old daughter, was asked to paint something for the cover of the primary program this year. Has your ward had their primary program? If so, maybe you remember the theme. I Know the Scriptures are True.
The copier in the office made a shuffling sound and a few minutes later I peeked in on her to find a scripture page ripped into pieces, scattered across the upper corner of her work.
“You ripped up some scriptures?” I asked. Slightly shocked at the sight. “It’s just a copy. I know what I’m doing Mom,” she replied with a tone that implied my ignorance, her confidence.
And she did. She painted a black book-backdrop for her scripture pieces then puzzled them together with gaps and uneven edges. “I want to paint things coming out of the pages,” she explained.