Plein air paintings, studio art and lessons
Week 2 in Personal History series.
Is there a child that isn’t immediately enchanted with her first visit to the beach?
I have this fantasy that I will live another life that I can completely devote to the study of echinoderms.
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Two to twenty seconds is all I have, at each chance, to capture a slice of toddlerhood on paper. I grab one of their washable markers and chubby brushes off the lawn and just go at it. He is distracted by the sprinkler system, I am distracted from the endless cleanup that follows him. Mutual satisfaction. Alas, only two gestures and he’s clawing at my brush, pen and paper; his own isn’t good enough.