She was shy. You know, when they pull up in their cars, I try to go out to meet them, to say hi to them while they're still strapped into the safety of their familiar car seats, which over the course of the past couple years has molded itself to the shape of their tiny bodies. And I could tell, when I met this one, that she was going to be a little...shy. She looked at me out of the corners of her eyes. She focused on her chubby hands or her mother's smiling, hopeful face. I led them inside, to the studio, chatting with Mom, my mind turning furiously to find the THING, the one single THING that would unlock this little girl's personality. And this time, it came in the first few minutes, before we even started shooting. Her mom volunteered that she loved to draw.
"How about I tape up some paper and give her some chalk," I asked.
And that was all it took.
She drew.
She stepped on pastels and looked at the smears of color on the bottoms of her feet.
She had some really cute feet.
She ended up with pastels EVERYWHERE...
Which opened up other ideas.
Wings inspired lots and lots of running.
And grinning.
And tippy-toeing
We did all sorts of things.
Wen went outside and rode the swing.
And slid on the slide.
And rode the horsie.
And stuck our fingers in the fountain.
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