Today, making art was a family affair. We were all starting to slide into the mid-afternoon grumpy slump, so I tacked down a drop cloth, brought out some paints and stripped down the boys. Getting messy with squishy paint between our toes was just what we all needed. Before long, Levi’s (and mine, admittedly) grumpiness subsided and we were giggling and stomping around in the paint. I stood above them and squirted paint onto the canvas and just let them go to town. At one point Levi brought his Big Wheel over and had me squirt paint onto the tires so that he could see what kind of marks it would make…printmaking in its rawest form! Oh, and the chickens even got in on the action too…they’re never far from us when we are in the backyard.
I stood back and just let them make a delightfully beautiful mess and thought how wonderfully free and uninhibited they were as artists. They don’t think about blending colors or form or shape or ANYTHING…they just attack it with all they’ve got. It’s SO inspiring to just watch and learn from them. So many times during my days as a mama, I am trying to find ways to do my “own” work while being with them, but today I worked (or should I say, played) side by side next to them and it was just as fulfilling. I learned that making “kid” art satisfies the creative monster within me just as much as doing my own work.
Ironically, I had the perfect sized stretcher bars in my studio (already built, even) from an old painting. Once Daddy got home, I brought out the staple gun and stretched our “masterpiece”. Tomorrow, I will find the perfect spot for it…I’m thinking over our bed. I think it will be an important reminder to me to let go and make more art with my kids, and I have to say, it already makes me really happy whenever I look at it.