I just discovered with surprise (via browser search with Google) Pablo Picasso’s statement about children’s art:
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”
On countless occasions, I cited it differently! I do not know how or why this happened. It probably was lazy memory on my part. Maybe, unconsciously, I was not influenced by the slight-of-hand of Picasso’s self importance? I cannot imagine how may times that I shared with others, in a modest didactic fashion, an arbitrated version:
“All of us are children, some of us are just older than others.”
Without exception, everyone always enjoyed my mistaken version. Did my version do a better job illustrating the joy of creating in the child’s psyche? Although, my remembrance seldom referenced art or being an artist, rather could it be a signposting of the importance of being and the process of learning as a child’s process? One we sustain; one that continues through all of life? Usually, we live, work, and play rarely recognizing the inner child due to a cascading array of arbitrated names and mislabeled descriptions along the way.