This story comes to us from Fiona Vidal-White

I took an art class which was all about art as meaning ...

Each week we were given a title and told to just make art on that title, interpreting it in any way, in any media.

That week's topic was "Hunger". This led me immediately to "bread" and all its implications. I got this really cool idea - I would make a bible out of bread! A symbol of that wonderful verse, " one does not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God".

Aidan, then 5, was home that with me so I asked him if he would like to help me make bread. Together we made a simple bread dough, and I gave him half and told him to do his own thing with it. I started on my "book", but it didn't take me long to realise that I had, you might say, bitten off more than I could chew.

The dough had a life of its own, I couldn't make the pages rise, but fall in the center spine - it just wasn't going to work. So I abandoned the idea and paid more attention to Aidan.

We spent some time making some fun things like snails and sunshines, knots and just plain rolls, and put them in the oven. At last they were cooked, cooled, ready to eat.

Aidan sat down with his sunshine roll and insisted on doing the buttering for himself, a task he often left up to me. As he was buttering, I saw the early-spring late-afternoon sunshine falling on him and his task, ran for my camera, and took this photo.

As I paid attention to my child, to making bread together, and to the beauty of the sunlight,

my art had found me.