It took two sessions, both about an hour long (uninterrupted by any crying surprisingly) to finish the large piece. Each time I packed up to let a layer dry and take the boy for a milk break or diaper change, he wasn't thrilled to be removed. And he did not sleep while I worked. He watched. So thrilled by this I am not sure I am expressing it fully. Those of you who know me well understand how much it means to me to see him appreciate color and be patient while I create something. And I hope that this means he can continue to watch and appreciate and learn by observing, just like I did with my Dad. This will shape his love for art and then I can watch and observe and appreciate when he starts to create things by himself.
Of course I want him to have the basics. Be honest, and humble and kind and have manners and street smarts and people skills, yada yada. But I also want him to value things like art and music. I want that brain to suck it all in as early as possible. Jump start the creative thinking.
Oh, and Hal showed up on the weekend and saw the painting sitting in her room. To which she said "holy moly that is huge!" followed by a really sweet conversation with her dad about art skills and different styles of painting when he was tucking her in for the night. Her wanting to learn how to paint like me is heart warming and I am honored that she thinks so highly of me ( she asked why I am not famous, to which Kelly mumbled that I wasn't dead yet. I almost had cola come out my nose trying not to LOL).
And the added bonus, I think I found some "ME" time. I can stop and start and do it whenever. Might just be perfect. Like baby art lessons/postpartum therapy.

"me time"... this is exactly why I ramped up my photography. It's so important!
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