My son is a very good artist. Intimidatingly so. He’s so good, he makes my stick figures look like stick figures. Before I knew Malachi the artist (he got here around age 5), my stick figures looked like people. What I’m trying to say is this: At 7, he’s a better artist than I ever will be. He has spent the last 3 hours coloring in a TV show on a cardboard box. It looks like a good show indeed. He’s so committed to his craft that the whole house smells like a Sharpie marker. It’s awesome.
He’s a very, very, very good artist.
I showed him the above sentences and he said “thank you”
Here, in his own typed words, is the artist — no edits by me:
whatever you do dont listen to him !
Oh, Malachi. You so silly.
Keep drawing the stuff in your head. I love it.