Normally, seven-year-old George who lives across the road doesn’t pay much attention to my artwork, but this question mark series really had him interested.
“What are they?” he asked.
“Question marks” I said, as any other explanation would have been too long and complicated.
“Oh,” he said as he noticed the collage work. He looked at me with a smile then ran his finger all around the paintings feeling for stuck on bits.
“Do you like them George?” I asked. He looked from me to the paintings, taking them in for a long time. A considered judgement, or perhaps he wasn’t sure what he thought.
“Yes,” he finally said in a quiet, serious voice, with just a tinge of surprise in it.

I struggled with these works for months, sorely tempted to assign them to the reject basket. Now I’m glad I persevered knowing that they prompted a little boy to stop, look and wonder.