Having just entered adulthood, I have been thinking a lot lately about my roots. What exactly has happened that has stopped me from seeing through a child’s eyes? A short while ago I could identify with children and understand their mindset, but the onset of adolescence has taken that ability away from me.
I have realised to see through a child’s eyes, you must see what they see: a blur of colours and excitement buzzing by rapidly. Every experience for a child is new, every memory is fresh, they do not try to piece together what they are seeing, but instead they live through the blur and enjoy the chaos for being just that, chaos.
Perhaps for adults to relate more to children, we need to stop seeing the world so literally and slow down to watch the beauty of the blur flow around us.
Acrylic paint & oil pastel