Thomas and I painted today, he at my desk and I at my easel. He made some great pictures. The first is “The Little Engine”:
Here is “Race Car”:
This is called, not surprisingly, “A Really Big Eye”:
The last one put me in mind immediately of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “transparent eyeball” – oh, how miserable I was studying his works in grad school, with a big stack of pragmatists to read after. But that is a story for another day. Thinking of graduate school also reminded me of my first encounter with that singular phenomenon which is a flying cockroach. Brrrr.
Here is a snapshot of what mom (that is, me) was painting in the other room:
It’s my tiny St. Therese. She is only three inches high (kneeling) in middle of a bigger painting. She needs a cross in her hands but then she is pretty much done I think, and then on to finish the rest of the painting.
Three paintings in one day, to my one session of fine-tuning! I need to learn to imitate Thomas’ confident style.