little artists

The boys got new paint from grandma last week.

New paint results in wildly excited boysies

who plead to paint until I let them

and in heartfelt prayers of gratitude from me

for washable art supplies.

Really, though, I am just as delighted as they are.

I love watching their creativity

and ability to communicate through visual art grow.

I love hearing Little Man's confident proclamation:

"I am an artist!"

I love watching their intent expressions

as they carefully dip, paint and rinse,

and I love keeping them supplied

with fresh papers and clean water.

I love spreading the beautiful wet paintings

to dry all the way across my counter.

I love displaying some on my fridge when dry

and mailing the rest away to brighten the day

of grandparents, aunts, uncles.

I don't even mind the clean up...

Brother's purples and oranges.

Little Man's experimentation with color mixing.

"A Radio" by Little Man

(Usually he prefers abstract painting,

so this one is extra special.)

"Giant Raspberries" by Brother