Often there are crumpled up pieces of paper strewn about the counter and floor from all the pictures that were drawn over and over until the desired image became exactly how it was imagined.
For more than a year, Enzo has been drawing for two hours most nights. Recently, I noticed that he gradually slowed down and wasn't drawing that much anymore. One night, he said that he didn't know what to do. I mentioned drawing.
He shrugged his shoulders and began to draw. There were a few drawings that were discarded in a pile, to begin over again.
"This is a masterpiece," he said with certitude and a sense of satisfaction.
He wanted a photo taken of him with his masterpiece, by itself and also in black and white.