Friday, February 1, 2008
Remember this post?
Well, it appears that our dear Sophie's go,go,go - hard,hard,hard! attitude extends to art as well. Art. Which is typically regarded as a fairly serene form of expression.
Not so much with Sophie.
First of all, she basically has to be stripped down naked prior to doing anything artsy. Not because of painting "accidents" (as she calls them). But because when she runs out of room on her paper, instead of asking for another sheet, she just commences to joyfully doodling on herself. ALL over herself. Arms. Legs. A pink goatee. And contrary to what the makers of the Crayola products would have you believe, "washable" means "washable from most skin areas". Washable is not so washable when it comes to clothing...or bar stools...or the deep insides of bellybuttons, unfortunately. Add a little glitter glue, by the way, and you really have something special.
I've been letting her keep a shirt or a pair of pants on during her little projects. For the sake of all things humane and decent. It is snowy winter, after all. Not that freezing to death would deter our little Art Maker one tiny hoot!
What is this, you ask?
This is a paint brush. In the hands of an extreme artist. Notice the splayed out bristles and how they resemble a statically charged Muppet?
Yes. That happens when you toss aside the concept of gently BRUSHING the paint on the paper, and instead CRAM it down, wham-wham-wham-like, with the force of ten thousand elephants.
Of course the answer, when I inquired as to how her brush found itself in this predicament, was: "Oh, Mama. Whoopsie. It was an accident."
*Pausing briefly to appease the ever-present photographer and participate in some extreme smiling.
*Followed by some on-your-mark, get set...DRAW! festivites.
*Followed by some very focused "scissoring".
And to wrap it up...
*Some walk-through-the-paint-and-trace-my-foot artistic bliss.
The end result...
Ta dah! Pure beautimus refrigerator decoration.