Call of Pikachu
On occasion I’ll meet a child whose good behavior impresses me enough that I offer to draw them something with permission from their parents. Now children possess an enthusiasm for those tiny gestures of gratitude toward them unrivaled by any other quarter of humanity that makes drawing for them almost a selfish act on my part. You see, after rendering something that by my lights might seem inferior and handing it to that small girl or boy, they nearly almost always swoon. The delight spills out. It’s really quit fulfilling to see that genuineness in gratitude unmasked or untempered by social conventions leap out at me.
Well, a funny thing has happened as a result of this habit. The first child I drew for requested a picture of her releasing Pikachu from a Poke-ball. I said okay and drew Pikachu for the first time. Word traveled around to other children that I draw Pikachu. It really doesn’t matter whatever other, off-beat, imaginative conjuring only a child might think of (which is another reason its a pretty fun exercise for me) its obligatory for me to draw Pikachu now.
Me: “What would you like me to draw?”
Child: “Pikachu, of course. Then Rachel Ray with a bald eagle on her shoulder holding an over-sized spatula.”
It’s not a bad problem to have.