My DS is drawing!

I can't believe it, but he is.

He used to draw all the time -every single day. He drew the most fantastical monsters and dragons and sea creatures. He drew warriors of every type, and with some of the most incredible armor ever devised. Some of his drawings were tiny -inchies, I think they're called. Some of them were huge. They were all 100 percent original and I loved, loved, loved them.

Then, he quit. My Dad gave him a hard time, telling him to "grow up and draw serious stuff" and tried to teach him the "right way" to do it. And so, of course, DS lost his enthusiasm, and lost his desire to draw at all.

I talked to him the other night, and told him how disappointed I was that he didn't draw anymore. I also promised him that if he would make some new drawings I would buy him some good art supplies.

And he's doing it! Last night he drew an island with a giant eyeball suspended overhead, watching the natives. And this evening he's working on a tree of some sort. Whatever it is, it's beautiful.

I just hope he keeps at it. I know it doesn't come easy any more; but I sure hope he doesn't stop ever again.