Not Nice, But Fun.
One day after work, I went to pick up my 18 mos old twin son and daughter from day care and one of the childcare workers hurried up to me and said, "You wouldn't believe what your daughter did to her brother today." She was grinning. "Your daughter went right up to her brother and pushed him down,and made him cry!" she said. (Oh, dear, I thought. What kind of monster daughter child did I produce?) The child care person continued. "I asked her if she thought that was a nice thing to do. Do you know what she said?" I couldn't wait to hear the answer. I asked her myself. "Miss Blah blah blah told me you pushed your brother down today." My daughter looked down at the floor. "Was that a nice thing to do?" I asked. She looked up at me with this half serious I'm sorry and half twinkle in her eye kind of expression, as if she'd already figured out bunches of stuff about the world and or her place in it, and said, "No. Mama. Not nice, but fun." I think I need to clean up my studio. It does resemble an obstacle course. All space is being utilized for something. I have too many somethings. I am working on too many somethings. The truth is I can't remember when I've had so much fun making so much mess. And life is too short not to make messes. When we allow ourselves to make messes we find out or remember what's important to us. We learn more about who we are, and who we are becoming. Ok. So you get the idea. I think I need to think about getting an easel. Working on large pieces gets a little tricky when it's on the floor leaning against the wall. Laying them down on the art table means for me getting on a ladder and leaning over. Either that or I might hang clear plastic tarp on one wall and figure out something to stand the canvas on. I showed you this piece some time ago. It has undergone some changes and will continue to do so. Today it looks like this. I'll keep you posted. Thanks for stopping by.