child's foot



The youngest child fell asleep with her foot on my lap. So I began to paint. No preliminary drawing, just jumped in there with color and began to push it around on the page. As I am doing this, my husband enters the room, and with the kindest of intentions (not recognizing my subject) lifts the child out of the way of my painting and carries her up to bed. So that's where this entry stops, with everything outside the frame of the picture: surprised mother, loving father, sleeping child.


can you see the little animal looking spirit on the left kissing her foot?

I didn't notice it until you showed me... funny how that works! Thanks.



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