A boring conventional approach to painting – just one brush in each hand. The state of the table accurately reflects the rest of the house AND the inside of my head.
Must. Impose. Order.
Ida thinks = Hmmm – this seems more promising…
…don’t think I don’t know you were trying to keep the painting low-key by giving me tiny brushes and the water-colour box…
…mwhah ha ha.
Is it heresy that I throw most of the paintings away? (into the recycling box.) I mean I keep a selection but we’re drowning under *stuff* as it is. Today they were collecting the box and we came up to the gate as they were sorting it onto the van. “Treasure this is” the man said with a gloomy reproachful shake of his head at the armful of paintings. Well – I’ve birthed Midas so help yourself mister.
I comfort myself with the Reggio theory of it being all about the process not the product. Sarah, the owner at Zeph’s lovely nursery was a fervent proponent of the theory so I was spared the daily binning ritual with Z as the kids all collaborated on enormous murals and junk sculptures together.
Her pleasure in the paint and water is a BT all on it’s own.