Scott Hartley

Sitting in church, a young child was handed a Sunday bulletin from his father. Feeling the texture of the creamy paper in his fingers, the small child gently turned the folded sheets over on his lap. A glimmer in his eye appeared as he glared at the curling lines and shading that appeared on the smooth paper. The designs and characters came alive in the child's head as he studied the pencil lines. As he turned slowly toward his father, a huge smile spread across his tiny face. As their eyes met, the father saw the love in his son's eyes and the spark that had brought him so much joy since his own childhood. The torch had been passed. That young boy had art in his blood.