I’d like to share with you last night’s sunset, as painted by me and two of my eight-year-old boys. They were sad to get to the park and discover telephone poles marring their view, so I explained that artists can leave out things or add things.
“It’s your sunset, you paint it the way you see it.”
By the way, all credit for this outing goes to the boy who painted the lamppost sunset. He got it into his head that he and I needed to paint the sunset together. Then he invited his brother when his brother felt left out. My baby has an artist’s sensitive soul.