Blue Tear Poem and Story

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Blue Tear - Poem

Written and Edited - May 2nd, 2017 - 5:18 pm to 5:33 pm

Blue Tear- Story

I made a clay figure at school when I was about 6 years old.  We made the pieces in art class.  Someone, staff or a teacher brought the pieces to a kiln to preserve them.  When we got our pieces back we got to paint them.

When I painted the figure, a blue path spilled down from one of its eyes.  I was extremely and very embarrassed.  I messed it up, I thought to myself and told my father.

But my father not only told me that it was beautiful, put he displayed it casually and proudly with some of his other art pieces from a variety of artists.

His words and even more his actions validated me.  The quiet and persistence, consistence of my art piece with the others, was a sincere way of telling me that your art piece, expression is beautiful, of course it is.  And my father has a way of expressing that so that there's no question about it.

I've been very lucky that my clay piece experience is one of many from my father.  That's a way of being that we all need.  Consistent validation.

Thanks pa.