Small jars of paint, paper suspended and trailing, chairs and stepladders to reach the highest level, an invitation to extend, experiment and test paint, paper and oneself.
A small boy, perhaps 2 1/2, stands on the floor and sees a jar of paint and a paintbrush on the very top level of the paint tower. He stretches as tall as he can to grasp the brush, then very slowly lifts it out of the jar. Every muscle in his body is stretched, and every nerve is tensed so the brush doesn’t make the paint jar tip over. His concentration is absolute.
The boy makes two thick black lines on the paper, then stretches again to dip the brush into the paint. He repeats this process, and not once does the paint jar move.
A adult is chatting nearby and glances at the boy as he stretches. The adult says “Let me help you there” and moves the paint jar down to the lower table, and then resumes chatting.
The boy looks at the paint jar now within easy reach, and walks away.
How often are we the ‘helpful’ adult?