collaboration

My boys have a mother who paints on everything that's not moving, but I think it's actually stunting their creative growth. We have spiders on the laundry room cupboards, a dog on the bathroom wall and geckos climbing up the ensuite, my interpretations of their creature creations on their bedroom walls, even a beetle painted over the outlet cover for the built-in vacuum system. Fortunately I'm discreet enough to keep these beasts small. So when they produce paintable sculpture, I just can't resist. #2 son made this tiger with some of that air-drying lightweight modelling material when he was 10 (isn't it fantastic?). Then last weekend #1 son came home from a friend's house with this creepy nameplate, made from spray insulating foam. He wanted it garish so I complied.

The thing is, they'll never learn how to paint while I'm still faster than them.


footnote: I find lots of interesting things to read over at we move to canada, especially since it's a highly interactive blog and isn't that what defines blogging? So if you've ever wondered what the key difference between Canadians and Americans is, the culture-defining crux of the biscuit, it's all here.