Studio Friday: Happy Accident!

Last week, I mentioned that I manage to sketch whenever I can during the day, right alongside the boys. We do this indoors and out. I prefer outdoors.

A good workhorse for outdoor drawing is a long masonite slab. Ours holds three sheets of drawing paper in a row: One for me, one for Chas, one for Ford. Ford oftentimes abandons the art for something else: playing cars with drawing/ painting tool “x”, playing spaceships with drawing/ painting tool “x”, playing Harry Potter with drawing/ painting tool “x”. Chas imitates Ford until he sees that I am drawing, at which point he picks up drawing/ painting tool “x” and begins to assist me on the page. We work together for another two to three minutes, and then I stand back and watch.

And here we are: I’m now standing behind the glass, watching the two of them devour the carcass of a clean work station. More performance art than painting, red and black paint are beginning to slosh beyond the edges of the masonite and onto the floor. Within minutes, there will be little red footprints peppering the deck and two naked boys running around the yard like bloody red Banshees. Later, I will be rinsing curly pink hair in the bathtub and scraping petechia-red gunk out from underneath longish nails as they watch *tv.

But wait! There are more studios to see here.

* tv is handy for: trimming nails, cutting hair, brushing teeth, taking measurements, but not much else.