Friday, December 6, 2013

drip. drip. drop: painting

Usually it starts like this:

I love my youngest son's face in this shot. ha!

and ends up like this:

Or it starts like this:

and ends up beautiful, like this:
wet on wet watercolor paintings

This day, it started like this, with little water drops from a dropper:

and this boy's idea to use water color instead of plain water

on paper 
switching colors
into and onto the painting

Reminded us of this Mother of Thousands plant. She produces delicate little drops, hanging off of her leaves, which in turn turn into plants themselves. Art is amazing. Nature is amazing. I love our Creator.

This particular day ended with this: 
violet leaves from the yard

violet lemon water
“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.” 
― Oscar WildeThe Picture of Dorian Gray

herb garden

Whatchoo talkin about, Willis?!

Dreaming of sleep

                        "...because I'm not  sleepy and I need to wear my rain coat while I eat, that's why."

"I want to sleep by myself. ALL by myself."

 "NO, I do not want you to wash my face. I'm not sleepy."

Cocked and loaded, just in case.  

Willow and Joopy

"I'm just going to sit here for a second (sec*on)...and I need wrapped" She calls all covers or blankets "wraps".

"I'm 6. People that are 6 do NOT take naps, Mama!"