Chickie's really enjoyed creating art lately. She tends to create abstract pieces--understandable since fine motor skills have a long way to go when you're 2 years, 8 months old.
But today was a big day. She told me she wanted to draw me--and she did it!
This is her first piece of truly representational art. That's my face, the big circle in the middle, complete with short hair. Chickie's face is on the right, much smaller than mine. I'm not quite sure which direction she is facing. Eli is on the left, being held by Mommy. His hair is the scribble on the left side of his head, so I guess he's laying down.
I don't know a whole lot about analyzing a child's work of art, but it doesn't take a genius to notice that Mommy is FAR bigger than both kids. I think that says something about authority. Or possibly she just thinks Mommy has a big head.
As for the wide open mouth, I'm open to opinions on what it might mean. The Engineer says it looks like I'm yelling. Ugh, I hope that's not it, though I'll be honest enough to tell you that sometimes I do yell. I prefer to think that right now she draws all facial features as somewhat round shapes (which you'll observe in the strange little Chickie and Zoodle faces, too). Or, who knows? Maybe I'm yawning, gaping at something unseen, or trying to catch flies. Isn't that the beauty of a true artistic masterpiece such as this? It inspires deep conversation as we all try to interpret it.
Yeah, yeah, I know--this is just a kid's scrawlings. But I'm that kid's mama, and I gotta tell you--in my eyes this is a fine work of art. I'm proud of my girl.
By the way, opening night of the play went well. I'll post about it tomorrow...or rather, later today. My clock tells me that midnight has passed, and I think I'm turning into a pumpkin. Nighty night, all.