My oldest is an artist. He does not think in a linear fashion. His thoughts are abstract. It's like he plucks little bits of random thought from his brain and crafts them into a single, cohesive idea or design. I like to think of ice cream churning inside his head. His thoughts don't come quickly, but when they do form, they just swirl around in there until they mature a bit and become useful.
He was in crafts today (he actually calls it woodshop because they carve wood and metal and use power tools) but couldn't finish his project because all the tools he needed were being used by other classmates. Brandon took this opportunity at "free time" to gather scraps of aluminum off the floor, and sculpted a ring, a badge, and what looked like a mini hand grenade. They were pretty cool. I'm positive he had no idea what that pile of scraps was going to become until he started bending and folding those cool, smooth bits, his creations slowly taking on a life of their own.
He has this natural gift of creating out of thin air. He's effortlessly creative. I'm a bit jealous of his gift. I wish I could do what he does. The boy needs an art studio, so he can clutter the space as he experiments with materials. What looks like chaos to most, can be inspiration to him. Something he started months ago, could magically find a purpose only because he spotted it again while working on something else. I expect many amazing creations to be born out of his imagination.
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