I look at my daughter grow up every day, I watch her change, I observe her observe the world and discover it every day in different light, getting amused by simplest things.  In past few years I have painted nothing more than my daughter and found nothing more challenging, her million faces of joy and wonder.  She brings light to my world, she pulls me out of darkness, puts things back in perspective, she is my best friend, and sometimes her simple, uncorrupted view of the world helps me back on the feet.

With such intent I went exploring trad gallery trying to find other deviants exploring such wonder, I however found a lot of darkness as well.  I found different aspects of the childhood captured, soul reflected through paint and pencil, life unfolding with its good and bad... Anyhow I think pictures speak more than words:

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