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Robert, you touched my heart with this post. For 30 years I taught preschool children with special needs before retiring to renew my artistic life. I’ve lost count of how many children with Down syndrome that included. Beckett, the handsome lad, is lucky to have a Grandpa with whom to paint. You, and your family, are lucky to have Beckett through whose eye you may discover the wonders of the world. Enjoy your joint creativity and together you may learn to wipe your hands and Beckett may learn to leave his messy.
All the young people with Down Syndrome that I know have joy in their hearts all the time. How great it is to have that when there is so much for them to cope with in life.
I think all young people enjoy pushing paint around and watching the colors mix and mingle. Our pre-school art classes at Brush & Palette Studio are full of joyous children. At some point, their individual differences lead them in other directions. My two children have more scientific minds and though appreciate art, are more interested in building things and medicine. I have never gotten past that joy of watching the colors mingle, like Beckett. I get in a trance watching the colors contrasting with one another in ever more complex ways.If only we could always retain that childlike glee when facing our canvas.
This is truly great stuff. The art is wonderful and I write this with more than one tear in my eye.
The smile on Beckett’s face brought a smile to mine. The paintings are wonderful. Thank you for sharing.
I used to work with Down syndrome children your grandsons age. Have you ever given him clay? I guarantee it will be a wonderful experience for him and it helps develop fine motor skills. Just make sure the clay isnt too wet or too cold because my kids hated to get their hands wet and cold.
You have a wonderful, happy, good looking boy there Robert. It is obvious that you are enjoying every minute together. I had a grandfather like that and there is nothing else in life better than that and I am not exaggerating!
When I’m really lost in my painting, the world disappears and my heart soars. Pure joy! I hear nothing. If an “intruder” dare knock on my door in one of these perfect moments, I have no problem whatsoever ignoring the knock or shouting “come back later”!!! When “in the flow” I’m not the least interested in food or drink. I’ve no patience with the details of painting such as refreshing my water tin. I’ve even tossed aside a brush and grabbed another instead of taking time to rinse the messy one in my hand! All of these things remind me of the delicious blurs of outdoor playing when I was six!! Losing time, ignoring the parents calling you inside … All of it! What a blessing to have this attachment to these things called Creation and Art!!!!
I have enjoyed your letters for years but today’s touched me the most. I have a son with a disability (a psychiatric one) and cousin with Down syndrome. My cousin with Down syndrome is now in her early 50’s and doing well and has led a full, happy life! With my son, I struggled to accept the ‘condition’ which came on in his prime but the longer I struggled the more I learned that though some of us are different, our joyous moments really unite us. I am so happy to see your dear grandson painting! Wonderful!
Your grandson truly looks happy painting. It’s important to emphasize ability rather than disability. My son is diagnosed with ADHD, and a serious learning disability. He’s so creative. At 2 yrs old he blew me away with his use of a brush.
Kids just paint from the senses.
You grandson looks so happy. What a blessing for him to live in such a loving environment and for you that he can bring such simple joy to you.
I was my mother’s signer till she mastered lipreading. She does not know how she has enriched our lives and fulfilled our characters with her disability.
My nanny said to me at age 5 “you are going to have to grow up – your mommy may need you to help her” and at first I was frightened and then depressed but then the LIGHT. Something happens and we realize that it’s an opportunity not a burden. Each day and life in general gets magic and more fun and more successful in work and love. Look at Beckett Genn – is he suffering? No. He has you and your family and knows love and comfort and all the best lights on earth to work with. My daughter worked with autistic children for some years and loved them very much and found them a revelation and path to love and lights herself. And the works of Liz and Michelle show it too. Disability is no prison if dealt with well.Thanks so much for sharing the art and stories of Michelle and Beckett…….. they are delightful and their creations, too! The joy is evident in what they do. And that is the gift of the Down’s child. We all need more joy in our lives, and in our creating……..
Beckett Genn looks wonderful. He has a fantastic face. You are both lucky to have each other.
Robert I just retired after teaching for 37 years. There is nothing like watching young artists begin the journey of art and really start to enjoy it. As they make more art they develop their own creative systems for making their art. It is a pleasure to watch and support. Your grandson is so beautiful. Can’t wait to see a video of him painting one day.
Yes, painting puts me into a trance. I lose the concept of time when I paint and am amazed that time has passed when I step back. I lose myself in my work and the result is that I am contact with my innermost primal gut emotional sensations. It is pleasurable and sensual when I put color on top of color on top of color on my canvas.
I am happy to hear that your son does the same. He is painting from a place beyond his disability.Thanks for sharing the delightful images of your grandson, Beckett, and Liz’s paintings! Indeed, their work is fresh, happy and expressive.
Your letter and their paintings serve as a reminder that painting is supposed to be fun and we can overcome our limitations, whether self-imposed or not.This letter brought tears to my eyes. Art is freedom, art is a release, art is satisfying. To have the innocence of Michelle, Beckett, and Liz is a gift. May we aspire to their purity of heart, and clarity of expression.
Our youngest grandson, James, just went home after staying with us for a month. He too took brush in hand, painted his heart out capturing Waterton Lake on a 8 x 10 (a birthday gift for his mother), stood back and declared it “very professional”. He signed a false name (Jean Blanc) to ensure his mother would know it was a professional work. The joy of creating and sharing what comes from the heart even if it is a secret that you made it yourself.
This is the loveliest letter I’ve received from you so far. It touched me to the core of my being.
Thank you for this beautiful post. I loved seeing the children’s beautiful work, and it reinforces the feeling of joy that art brings. It also reminds me that must get with it and buy an I Pad.
I was touched with your personal interesting letter yesterday. What an uplifting & inspiring composition. Beckett is fortunate to have such a loving family, and you are fortunate to have him. I have a feeling he will teach you all many things.
My Uncle Barry was born with Downs Syndrome. He was a bright light in all of our worlds, surrounded by 6 siblings, dozens and dozens of nieces & nephews, then great nieces and nephews. He taught me about unconditional love, loyalty, laughter & joy and forgiveness. He embraced everyone with his heart, all races, cultures,ages and genders. He also taught me about commitment and work ethic. He had always wanted to read. Thou he learned a few written words, this skill eluded him. So, he spent most of his adult life, copying, letter by letter, in exact font, huge texts. Treasure Island was his favourite. He worked on his’ homework’ every day, even thou he also worked full time at a workshop in Regina. Retiring after 35 years of service. He loved to dance, to eat, to swim, and to hug.The paintings by these youngsters are truly joyous and pure inspiration for us all who strive to paint something luscious. Sometimes we become so “regimented” and overtaken by painting formulas and rules that we risk becoming bored and boring and forget to just “go for it”. We forget what it is like to just play. Thank you for this posting. Your grandson is adorable.
Art is a big part in helping people with disabilities. I have organized a group from Longmont Artists Guild (a past president) to once a month go to Longmont United Hospital Homestead and teach an art class. Homestead was created to give caregivers a time away from watching special need seniors. A large majority has Alzheimers. It is very important for organizations get involved in helping special need people.
I was honored to teach art at a school for kids with special needs. Among the many delightful students was David, who greeted me excitedly with hands flapping every time I came in the room saying “takahom-takahom-takahom”. He loved art because he could “Take it home” to share with his family. What a thrill to be a part of that happy process.
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Lake and Cathedral Sunset (Geneva, Switzerland) oil painting, 50 x 70 cm by Peter Hobden |
Thanks Norman- I feel so much better now that I can further appreciate how my NOT niceness or normalness can actually be described correctly as having an artistic temperament…
I don’t know about you- but I’ve always been connected to both my left-brain logic and my right-brain visionary creativity. Of course- I’m GAY. So that must be it.