“I’m hoping you’ll create all the art we hang in the cabins.”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
“Like on canvas type artwork?” I’d never done anything like that before.
“Yes, and I was also thinking that maybe you could start painting for fun and sell whatever you didn’t want to keep on your website.”
I had tons of sketchpads packed full of drawings, just wasting away on the shelves at home. “Do you really think people would buy them?”
“I do,” Daddy replied.
“So do I,” Oscar agreed.
Well, two out of three of us had confidence in me. “It could be fun.” The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. I’d miss working with Daddy all the time, but I wouldn’t miss thegrunt work. I just wasn’t cut out for manual labor. “Okay, I’d like to try.”
“Sweetheart, it’s not a job. It’s something fun for you to do and sell—if you want to. We’ll get you all the supplies and if you feel like painting then you paint. If you don’t then you don’t.”
“But I want to be a helper, Daddy.”
“You’re a helper just by being you.” Daddy always said the nicest things. “You’re an artist, Tae, and artists create by the means and in the timeframe that work best for them.” Daddy gave me a kiss then they went back to work.
I flipped through the pages of my current sketch book. I’d drawn the original broken down cabin and barn that were here. Those would look pretty cool on canvas, then I could paint another one to hang beside it of the new cabins. Kinda like a before and after scene.
Huh, maybe I could do this.
Maybe I wanted to do this.
Yes, I wanted to do this for sure.
I’ll start with art for everyone’s cabins. There was so much gorgeous scenery here, I wasn’t lacking inspiration at all. Besides, no one said I had to create reality so why not do dreamscapes too. The ideas were coming faster than I’d be able to draw them.
I was pretty freaking excited now.
The trailer for all of us to start staying in was being delivered, but Daddy said my tent still stayed where it was for me to play in. I’dbrought a few toys with me, but since we had only been coming up on the weekends I took them home on Sunday’s.
Oscar and Trey decided to stay during the week and work in the cabins while Daddy handled training the newbies. Changes were happening all around us, but Daddy had it under control. Schedules, timetables and budgets, those were his babies.
“Alright, Little One, it’s time for us to head back down the hill. Say goodbye to Oscar and Trey.”
I packed up my backpack and tidied up the tent, so it was ready for me next weekend then hugged Oscar and Trey.
“You can play in my tent if you want, Trey.” He didn’t say anything, but his eyes lit up. The more I was around him the more I sensed he was at least a middle, if not a little. I should probably mention that to Oscar in case he missed it. It was important that he give Trey plenty of play time, and who knows, maybe I’ll have another new friend to share my toys with. I thought about that for a minute then pulled a couple of cars, a coloring book and some crayons out of my backpack and left them in the tent. “See you guys next weekend,” I waved as Daddy buckled me in.
I wasn’t sad going home because next weekend I was one week closer to seeing my kitties and bringing them home with us.
“You’re awfully chipper on this drive home, Sweet Boy.”
“The kitties are getting big and doing great and I’m super excited about painting now. I just hope the paintings don’t suck.” Disappointing Daddy wasn’t something I ever wanted to do.
“I know where you’re headed with this and don’t you dare think you’ll disappoint your Daddy.”
He always knew, just like magic.
“Don’t set unreasonable goals for yourself, Tae. Just try it out and let the muse flow, and if it doesn’t, then so be it.”
