There is art in all of us

In the absence of a current project to share (unless you want to see my nice clean laundry) I thought I would tell you about a sunshiny day last April.

My youngest son and his wife life in Minneapolis, so I don't get to see him as often as I would like. Well, even if he lived within a few miles of my house I probably would like to see him more often, you moms know how that goes. Anyway. . . 

His lovely wife had plans one day, so my son called and said he wanted to spend the day with his mom doing something fun. Be still, my heart! We brainstormed a bit and thought about visiting thrift stores, maybe a museum, but nothing quite fit the bill. Then. . .

Jamie decided he wanted to paint a picture. Well, I was a high school artist (a few decades ago) and Jamie's last forays into the art world were probably in middle school. But hey, neither of us are the type to let minor details stop us.

So after buying a set of acrylic paints and a couple of canvases, we were all set.

As you can see, we set up professional-type easels. Since it was a bit windy that day, we used a couple of rocks to keep our canvases upright. Plastic plates served as palettes. Our subject matter was the field across the road -- a view we had seen day after day and never really looked at or appreciated.

For a couple of untrained painters with nothing but heart, we were pretty proud of the results. Both of our paintings hang in our homes and serve as a sweet reminder of a special mommy/son day.