Mixing Paint – Painting Me

I think we were actually just painting, but everything always turns into ‘Mom, is it okay if I paint myself today?’ The answer is usually yes.

Isn’t this beautiful? I’m pretty sure the paper never really got taken out. We started stirring paint around in the pie pans that I use as pallets, and ended with it all over legs and bellybuttons. And oh. No one caught one little girl before she went inside to use the bathroom. Oh my. It is really amazing the number of things that small people bump up against and touch on their way through a bathroom. I could have saved the room as a conceptual art piece about bodies in motion, but, I didn’t.