The dot PETER H. REYNOLDS
Art class was over, but Vasthi sat glued to her chair. Her peper was empty.The teacher leans over the blank paper. "ยกAh!, A polar bear in a snow storm" she said. "ยกVery funny!" Vasthi replied. "I just can't draw"
Vasthi's teacher smiled. "Just make a mark and see where it takes you." Vasthi made her mark by burying her pencil into the paper in one go. "There". The teacher took the sheet and looked at it carefully. "Hmm..."
She handed the blade back to Vasthi and said calmly "Now sign it." Vasthi thought for a moment, "Well, maybe I can't draw, but I can write my name."
The following week when Vasthi entered art class, she was surprised to see that it was hanging over the desk. That was the little dot. ยกShe had draw HER DOT! ยกIn a golden frame!
"Hmm... ยกI can make a better dot than THAT!" She opened her box of colors, which she had never used and went to work
Vasthi painted and painted. A yellow dot. A green dot. A red dot. a blue dot...
The blue mixed with the red, she discovered that she could make a VIOLET dot. Vasthi kept experimenting. She made many dots of many colors.
"If I can make small dots, I can also make BIG dots." Vasthi spread the colors with a larger brush, into a larger paper, and painted larger dots.
She even made a dot by NOT painting a dot.
A week later, at the Art School exhibition, Vashti's dots caused a sensation.
Vashti was approached by a little boy who said with admiration: "You are a great artist. How I would like to paint like you." "I bet you can" Vashti replied. "ME? No, I can't draw. I don't know how to draw a straight line with a ruler. "
Vashti smiled. She gave the boy a blank sheet of paper "Let's see ...", she said. The boy's pencil trembled as she traced her line. Vashti looked closely at the child's scrawl. Then she said ...
"And now ... sign it, please".
Sarahí Campos Huízar