the art of autism
Kevin’s Story: Painting the World with Colors
When my son Kevin was in Kindergarten, out of
all the bright colors in the crayon box, he always
picked the black one. Instead of holding the
crayon between his forefinger and thumb like the
other kids, he grasped the crayon tightly in his
right fist and scribbled dark circles in the center
of the paper. “A black spider?” I guessed. “No, a
train,” he said in his signature low and flat voice.
“That’s the smoke?” I asked, pointing to black
swirls on the paper. “A train,” he insisted. At that
time, I assumed art was not his