Shep has been late coming to art. Up until this point, we've seen nothing but scribbles.
Then, all of a sudden, the light switch turned on.
He began drawing one scene, over and over. Dirt, grass, and a sun in the sky. Simple, but completely recognizable. The other night I was putting him to bed, and I said something about how soon he would be able to write his name. To which he responded, "Oh, I already know how to write my name." And he grabbed paper and a pen, and sure enough, he does.
Typically, I would sigh and chalk this up to an absent-minded parent and a second child, but I've really, truly seen not a hint of interest in art from him. And now, out of the blue, here it is.
This is his latest work, inspired by the book, The Dot, which is (in my opinion) a must-have on any bookshelf.