Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Some of you know I like to employ very expressive brushwork in my paintings... apparently my two year old has been paying close attention! :>) This is a scene from some kind of divine comedy that is playing out in my life right now. I have finally got my act together and jumped back into the painting saddle- I had successfully blocked in my VERY simple composition on a painting for the DSFDF Wig Challenge (strangely- sans wig)- so I got up to put on a pot of coffee. In that time, Owen's inner artist manifested itself (again) :>) This is the first time he has saw fit to add to my work (and his hair). Usually he paints the carpet or the furniture. When my seven year old said "Dad- Owen has your paintbrush..." the vision that flashed before my eyes represented about two gallons of turpentine, a tree's worth of paper towels and about fifty hours of scrubbing- I was cringing when I rounded the corner to walk into my "studio". I busted out laughing when I saw THIS.
Posted by Tom Pohlman at 8:34 PM