Messy and colourful

When I was in grade two, which is about seven years old in Australia, my grade had an art competition that involved creating a painting about something you did on your holidays. I don’t quite remember all the details but I do remember thinking that somewhere I had been taught that good art was neat, tidy and within the lines. So imagine my suprise when a boy in my class won the art competition and his painting was chaotic, messy, colourful and about the ferris wheel at the Melbourne show. The boy had such a look of surprise on his face when his name was announced as the winner. It opened my eyes to the idea that there are very many ways of seeing a situation, not just one. The boy’s humbleness and wonder also left me with a lifelong endearment and inspiration.