Anna paid me a great compliment the other day.

I was sitting at the kitchen table typing away on the laptop.  She was sitting next to me watching.

She said, "Daddy, your fingers are dancing!"

I don’t know why that filled me with joy, but it sure did. I guess because there was something so poetic about her observation that my digits were tap-dancing away at the keys.

I also appreciated Anna’s compliment because it often feels so "unartistic" to be working away at a computer screen for hours at a time. It’s not like sculpting a big piece of granite or flinging bits of paint onto canvas. It sure doesn’t look as cool as strumming away on a guitar, believe me! The actual production of the artform just isn’t as aesthetically pleasing as, let’s say, ballet or breakdancing.

Maybe if I started using a quill, colorful ink and scrolls…

But obviously, I think the final product of the written word is a beautiful artform–able to explore beauty, emotion, thought, spirituality, and imagination in incredible and awe-inspiring ways. (See C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, et al.)

And even if my words and phrases are a far cry from "art" it’s nice sometimes to imagine what I’m doing can be considered by some (sophisticated four year olds) as "artistic".

From now on, just call me Twinkle-fingers…and I’ll keep them dancing.