Children are brilliant. They produce great art without knowing it. Spontaneously. Without being self-conscious. But only for a short time. Mark making, some like doing it more than others, but the only value is in the joy of the doing...until the adult world interferes and starts adding meaning, disturbing the peace.
There is a sort lived time when the imagination reigns supreme, gloriously unfettered and the inner critic hasn't yet gained enough strength to be heard and allowed to spoil the fun.
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