Bana and Art
This is my grandma. We call her Bana and she’s always full of adventures.
Today will be boring, though, because Bana has other things to do all morning long. No trip to the lake. No adventure through the creek. No nature hikes. Boring.
After reading a few adventure books with Bana she says she has to leave for her Book Club. “Come here, Bonita. Here’s your adventure for the day. These are my paints and some paper. This stack of paper is for practicing your painting ideas. This stack of special paper is for your favorite idea. I have a special frame here for one of your works of art.”
I looked up on the wall at my favorite painting of Bana’s. On another wall is one my Aunt Scooby painted. They are both artists. Mine will never be that good.
Bana can see the doubt on my face. “Bonita, painting is an adventure just like swimming, hiking, and exploring in the woods. There isn’t just one right way. Every work is special. Play with the paints, explore your ideas, and see where the adventure leads you.”
While Grandpa Rock sits in the living room watching baseball, as usual, I get to work exploring with Bana’s paints. Page after page of the practice paper gets used up. I’m no good.
“Home run!” yells Grandpa happily. Must be the Cardinal’s. He makes me jump and splash my paints.
Grandpa comes to see what I’m up to. “These are all very good, Emily. How will you ever choose which one to frame?”
“Grandpa, you’re just being nice. I quit. Let’s just watch baseball.”
As we watch, I wonder, “Why can’t they hit the ball every time? They’re grown-up professionals and shouldn’t make mistakes, Grandpa.”
“Life is an adventure, Emilita. It’s not about doing things right. It’s about trying. And what about the pitcher? If the other team hit the ball every time, he would be failing, right?”
“Well, I’m trying to paint like Bana and Aunt Scooby, but I just can’t.”
“They messed up a lot, too. These are just some of their favorite works of art. You aren’t supposed to paint like them. You’re supposed to paint like you. Come here.” He leads me back to the spare room where there is a trunk. It’s full of Bana’s messy practice papers.
I know what I’ll paint now. I can make mine different from Bana and Aunt Scooby.
“Bana! You’re finally back. Look what I painted!”
“These are all wonderful, Bonita. Isn’t it fun to make mistakes, and try again?”
“Grandpa told me my art can be different and still be good, so I painted one for him.”
Painting and baseball can be fun adventures, too.