It's times like these I think my blog should say something like this post's title "Raising The Artistic Child". Or how to go crazy in five easy steps.
On my good days this spring I've been going around the house and opening curtains and windows each morning. For the most part this applies to DD's room, and let's just say sometimes it's better if I don't go in there... So this morning, I make her bed and putter around a bit when I find this:
Never again did I color on walls. Never again did I put my art to anything other than paper. Until I was older and added a touch to a mirror and then later glass... That was the end of my "little kid" art. When I was a little bit older I wanted desperately to grow up and be an artist, but of course that idea was squashed flatter that a dollar bill because artist doesn't make money and thereby can't self support. I was in 1st grade when that happened.