Painting!
Proves to be quite an effective way of rounding off the day.
I realise that I spend a lot of time with them. I also know that this is me compensating for not being there all the time. Despite this being of my own volition, it does get to me at times.
An unexpected frustration of splitting homes is that you find yourself short of ‘things’. Things that you used to have but have no more. Things like places to put paint. Using one of my [many] popular sayings, adapt and overcome, a dinner plate makes a great makeshift pallette.
The eagle eyed amongst you may have also spotted the old duvet, that now doubles as a sacrificial surface.
I’ve been introduced to Aboriginal dot painting by my daughter; something she had learnt this week in school. I’m suitably impressed with both her and the school curriculum.
I’m less impressed with my efforts….
Don’t ask me to explain; I can’t. I changed my mind several times whilst creating it and this was the result.
Artistically, she takes after her mum.
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