And Henry is an artist as well. His style is more linear. Spookier. More literal. Their art work is as different as their personalities. Oh, I love them both so much! I am afraid to even say much about their work. Each time I dare comment, I see this reflected in their next work. Generally to the detraction of the work. How good to notice again and again and again, how much damage well intended praise can do to children's creativity.

This is one of the draw backs of school, it teaches the kids to reach toward approval rather than to mine themselves for their own talent, vision, voice. How much do we struggle to find "ourselves" and our voices? Imagine simply never having lost ourselves in the first place.

Now where was that self, I think I dropped mine back there while I was waiting in line....

Henry's birthday card to himself. I guess he knows right were he is, where to send the card. When was the last time you thought to make a card for yourself?