We're past Thanksgiving,yet my one daughter cannot get enough of drawing turkeys. She traces her hand again and again, creating different color combinations.
Just yesterday, she illustrated a small storybook with six pieces of paper stapled together. Each page presented a new turkey in a new scenario, except for the page that showcased her drawing of a stick-figured dog in an open field. Why put a dog in a book about turkeys? I had asked.
Because I didn't know how to draw a hyena, she had replied.
For the past week, the contours of her hand have been stained with marker.
It's the price that an artist must pay.