Having young children, I am regularly compelled to read children’s books, for which I am very grateful. For every now and again I am stunned by the beauty of the writing and illustrating. There is skill, there is wisdom, there is love – this word which is oh, so bitten due to the hard use and misuse, but which in this case is The Love.

Tonight I had to read “The Lost Happy Endings” by the poet and writer Carol Ann Duffy, illustrated by Jane Ray. I so recommend it to every parent! Read it to your kids even for your own enjoyment.

The plot of the story is nothing like you read before (I didn’t!). I read it, and ever so often stopped to look at the illustrations and point to my girls, how beautifully, cleverly the compositions were built, how well the trees were painted, the details were drawn, and they shouted: “Oh, mummy, read on!” We enjoyed the reading, and I hope they soaked in the visual half of the book as well, somehow along the way.

Can’t praise the book high enough, really! I do have a soft touch for the fairy tails. Particularly for the ones with happy endings. I am now absolutely convinced, that happy endings are essential for the well-being of a child. After all, they are one of the powerful ways of sub-conscious programming. I personally would rather program my girls towards a happy ending, then towards a sober “realism”, or somber neo-realism. Those belong to the “adult” literature and visual arts, but seems that, taking a lead from the children’s literature, the contemporary art in general is making a turn towards a fable-telling. I love it! I want to celebrate it!

Point of living

May 9, 2009

I decided, that the whole point of living is actually having fun.  And all the great teachers were talking precisely about that, only the further in time, the more the message got distorted, and for centuries millions and millions were doing the suffering, imagining, that that was the instruction.