Paint me a picture
It all begun back in the olden days, before I blogged or had a very posh camera or Instagram was even invented…
My son started painted oil paintings.
He painted one at two years old, one at three and one just before he turned four.
Last week he asked for a new canvas to complete his quadriptych ( his favorite number is four as you all know. )
As soon as it arrived he went to work.
Today we decided to hang them.
I laid them out to what I thought was the best grouping, but the artist disagreed.
And arranged them the way he wanted.
From top left, clockwise:
Mess made by a tornado (Little J, 2010)
Tornado (Little J, 2011)
Mess made by volcanic eruption (Little J, 2011)
Erupting Volcano (Little J, 2012)
I am so proud of him.
And the fact that he spend most of the evening sitting under his art work makes me think he is rather proud of himself too.
Here is all you need:
Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.
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