You don’t see many children depicted in art, except maybe those cute quasi-erotic cupids and cherubs. They tend to be on the naughty side and I suspect the artists snuck them in under false pretenses. But real-life human children? Young people just being young people? Looking, watching, wondering—learning how to survive—and sharing the newness and wonder of it all? Not much. It’s a shame. There is so much beauty in childhood. Most of it is the light in the eyes—the link to the amazement of the universe.