"Well, given the choice, I'd choose Chaos... Everytime."
"I mean, everything has a cause and an effect, right? And Nature has a way of balancing itself out... So why choose order? Chaos is a lot more fun; let Nature do all the hard work..."
Sylvie had a pink crayola firmly clamped in the palm of her right hand, and with the tip of her tongue ever so slightly protruding out of her mouth's left corner, was drawing on the bleached colourless picture like a biker etching his name into a table. It was as if the the empty dolphin outline wasn't even there.
Mrs Goddard quietly watched her as she paused and tilted her head to the right to evaluate her handy work. Sylvie hadn't been asked a question, and had been sat on her own for the last twenty minutes.
Her flippant remarked still hanged in the air, as she picked up a orange crayon in her left hand and started to draw a circle, the pink still in her right.
"But i wouldn't want to be the direct cause of someone else's pain. Motive goes a long way in chaos..." Sylvie said in a self knowing tone that only a 5 year old girl could.
"Of course, I'd never knowingly hurt someone. And I'd never willingly put someone in danger. I'm just saying that given the choice between an action with a highly likely outcome and one where the resulting outcomes' probabilities are more evenly split. I'd always opt for the latter."
Sylvie paused again, tilting her head this time to the other side.
Mrs Goddard was still.
Mrs Goddard felt very uneasy.
Sylvie placed the pink in her left hand along with the orange and reached out and picked up the red, her eyes not once leaving the page.
"It's all about risk.."
Sylvie cleared her throat. Then, for the first time time, looked up at Mrs Goddard, her right hand starts moving across the dolphin's face.
"On the ridge where the great artist moves forward, every step is an adventure, an extreme risk. In that risk however, and only there, lies the freedom of art. Like all freedom, it is a perpetual risk, an exhausting adventure, and this is why people avoid the risk today, as they avoid liberty with its exacting demands in order to accept any kind of bondage and achieve at least comfort of soul."
The crayon stops scratching the paper as Sylvie uttered the last word of her quote.
"Here", Sylvie says softly as she hands over her picture to Mrs Goddard.
Mrs Goddard tries to make something out of the pink, orange and red drawing but fails.
Sylvie sees Mrs Goddard struggle to make sense of her art.
"It's Katie Price... She's my favourite."
