Evening in Paris

From talented artist David Maclean: "I remember my first day at school as a young boy, my mother walked me into the classroom, kissed me and said she would come and get me after school. I kept to myself most of my first day but found crayons, paper, scirssors glue and some paint that kept me busy. At the end of the day my mother arrived back, and as she walked into the classroom the teacher ran up and said "Mrs Maclean your son created all these artworks!". There were colrourings, paintings and paper figures. The teacher went on, "All day your son worked at it while all the other children ran around yelling, laughing, pushing but it never bothered him and he never looked up except to get more supplies". Later than evening at dinner, my mother told my father what had happened at school. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised, nodded his head at me with approval and surprise. I could hear my parents talking about me all evening discussing what had happened that day. The next day my mother went out and bought all kinds of art supplies for me and said "This is your destiny, you are an ARTIST".