Two years after the epilogue I wrote in my head, standing in the studio with Ava trying to eat a pencil, things look like this.
Ava is three and a half. She speaks in full sentences and has the vocabulary of a child who has spent most of her life listening to adults say things precisely. She attends a nursery three mornings a week and has a best friend named Joseph who she describes as very serious, which is her highest compliment. She comes to the studio on Fridays. She has her own small desk in the corner with her own materials, children's versions of the tools I use. She draws with full concentration and describes her drawings in professional terms she has absorbed without being taught. Kezia says she is already better at spatial relationships than two of the adults who have worked for
