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Not unusual for babies to do that, but my then infant daughter, Diah, would jump to catch hold of anything that was colorful and in particular crimson, currant, scarlet, cherry, merlot for that matter any shade of red. Her fondness for colors reflected everywhere; be it her clothes, shoes, play doh, accessories etc.
Noticing her love for colours, we bought her finger paints, oil colours, water paints, wax colours, crayons and pencil colours. Not to pamper her, but to make her aware of the different mediums she could use while painting. She used to keep doodling in her worksheets and tell us about each and everything she had doodled.
But it was not before the month of April this year; did I take it up seriously?
Remember, the April 2015, Nepal Earthquake, the devastation caused by it is irreplaceable. We in Delhi also witnessed a powerful tremor and aftershocks for over a month. That day, when the earthquake struck, Diah was sitting on her dad’s lap and the glass on the table right infront of them started shaking. The window panes clattered and the ceiling fan swung mysteriously.
Since that day for about a month or so, her queries were directed to earthquake, Nepal, Delhi and to the video she watched with me, that went viral on social media, of the moment the earthquake had struck Nepal, the tremors that made everything shake vigorously and then fall to mere dust.
During those days, she doodled something extraordinary. Something, which I thought, was very matured and thoughtful considering her age, just a 4-year-old child.
The left hand side of the picture, separated by the blue line, colourful, tilted buildings is the earthquake scene in Delhi. The brown round thing with two lines on either side is her representation of earthquake.
On the right side of the picture she has shown Nepal, devastated and ruined. She has used very light colours, but the earthquake is illustrated stronger in Nepal.
This Illustration of her made me take rigorous steps. I did not want a regular art class for her. I spoke to an acquaintance; she is an illustrator, to take classes for Diah, which she out rightly denied as she had taken a new project with some who’s who. Wish she could understand the importance of mentoring one child, who will remember her for life for the time she had given her. For that matter, all who can mentor, or are an expert in their field, should understand the fact that their time, their mentoring could change a life. My suggestion would be, to make mentoring by who's who compulsory for training young minds. This will inspire our children and help them realise their big dreams. Since then, wherever I went, whomever I met, I had only one single question running in my mind, ‘Do you know of an artist who can help me? I don’t want a structured art class.’ My question raised eyebrows.
Why is it so difficult to find the right guidance, an expert for my child, at an early age, which can make a difference to her career, her talent and her life? People whom I approached were either money-minded with limited knowledge or were of the view that I am a crazy women, obsessed with my daughter. At last, I decided to do this myself. As a child I was good at art, but all of it was pursued as a hobby and its years since I have parted with my hobby.
Diah and I sit together, doodle something everyday and send it for review to her homeroom art teacher. She is happy and I’m glad, we both are on the path of enriching our talent.
I’m still looking out for formal training which can provide her the right approach, until then we as parents’ will keep motivating her, encouraging her art and help her instil her belief in her talent.
‘This article is an entry to the contest ‘Early Starter Contest’ by Aviva.