sometimes I think of being an elementary art school teacher or something. I think of how when we grow up that we are accustomed to feeling less and less, and how sad that is. And kids feel so much, they don’t know what to do sometimes. Maybe in their art they would show how much they’re feeling because they haven’t developed enough vocabulary or read enough literature just yet, so they don’t know how to say it. Or maybe they’ll draw a flower or a fence with a house in the background because that’s what they feel like they should draw, and that’s okay.
