When I saw him sitting there, he looked so incredibly sad… or maybe it was boredom? The caricature artist was doing a quick sketch.
I thought to myself: He needs to smile so his picture will have an exaggerated smile included in the final print.
I made a little joke towards him and he went from completely serious to a sweet, bubbly, talkative kid.
“I’m an artist, too.”
“Really? What kind of artist are you?”
“Everything! Drawing. Painting. I’m really good at it. My art teacher thinks I’m really talented.”
“Wow. That’s amazing. Maybe you will be famous someday.
“Do you mind if I take your picture while he is drawing you?”
As I was capturing his portrait, his mother walked up and said: “He’s quite the artist too.”
“His art teachers are amazed at his skill and talent.”
“That’s what he was just telling me. He is such a sweet kid. You must be very proud.”
“He is. I am.”
I need to start keeping a notebook of the children’s names I meet who have such huge dreams and aspirations… because I truly believe that in 10-30 years, I will be able to buy their art/music/innovative design products in a gallery somewhere. By taking time to engage in conversation with this child who was not smiling, I ended up with a smile for the rest of the day.