Quinn and Reilly, along with several friends old and new, have been taking an art class since last year, and Sunday all their work went on display at the UU. (Where the classes, though independent, have been held.) My kids were not exactly skipping-to-the-lou to the show, but I made them attend because I spent six hours hanging 7,000 paintings while standing on banquet tables and stretching with all my might, and I will not be denied my pictures.
The display. Cost: Two Darvocet. (You stand on a table hanging twine and tying every picture and making them straight for six hours, lol.)
Pictures from the Tulip Festival:
Reilly, in a little-bit-too-big shirt, eager to get back to the throng:
Quinn, equally jubilant, set to split to Israel's house. His jellyfish and butterfly were amazing, but are too hard to see:
Allegra (Allegra!), Danielle, Reilly, and Sophia, as always:
Todd and the kids. Possibly the last picture we will snap before Todd looks up to our boy. (Note: My kids are one year apart. Isn't that insane?):
This is the best part. I've been looking for a print to go on the oddly-square-shaped wall of our kitchen, to no avail. Then when we brought their art home, I decided to see if they would fit, and voila! This makes me happy:
Great experience. Great show. Great kids. They had to learn to adapt to all manners of alternating media and instructions, such as painting upside-down, or in 20 seconds, or with only two colours or painting only half your sketch. This was a challenge to those with a perfectionist bent, but a really valuable process for sure.