Fine art

Over the weekend Brigid completed her first painting. I'm trying to find similarities to Myles' first painting from five years ago.  Blue is a big part of both.

Myles was painting something himself, something pretty cool that I'll post on later. For this project he had out his acrylics.  I'm a big believer in real materials whenever possible, and this is made easier living here where some types of art supplies are rather inexpensive.

Brigid tried to swipe some of his brushes.  I offered to let her paint something of her own.  Turning the palette over to her, I helped her hold the brush.  The rest is all her. It appears I have another abstract expressionist on my hands.




And for an encore, five years later, here's a favorite of mine.

When the kids were little, we went to a parents' meeting at their school and I asked the teacher why all her students were geniuses in the second grade? Look at the first grade. Blotches of green and black. Look at the third grade. Camouflage. But the second grade -- your grade. Matisses everyone. You've made my child a Matisse. Let me study with you. Let me into the second grade! What is your secret? And this is what she said: "Secret? I don't have any secret. I just know when to take their drawings away from them."







John Guare, Six Degrees of Separation