Once upon a time, I found some kind of hand-made folk art on a tennis court. It was kind of spooky. It looked like a voodoo spell being casted. Some of you may remember it.
Well, not this time.
A toddler made this for me. It was her gift to me. But, she didn’t want it to be moved even though it was made in a public space. So, I asked her if I could photograph it. You can see the obvious answer. She thought it was really cool. Yes. That was the word she used. Now, she wants a print of it for her room. How much should I charge a four-year old? I’m thinking one cookie and a hug. Everybody needs a toddler’s hug.
That’s about it. Little Miss arranged the flowers and twigs. All I did was document her art, crop it and clean it up a bit in post production. By the way, what I’m calling flowers are nature’s flowers. In most places they are called weeds. They drop pollen and make you sneeze. Luckily I’m not allergic to them. They are everywhere.
Lovely, your work inspires me every day. We old folks need inspiration.
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I’m glad, Doug. Toddlers inspire me. How have you been?
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You undervalue your own art – should be TWO cookies and a hug! What a lovely still life Little Miss arranged, and how cool that you were there to capture it for posterity (and her room). I so agree with you about toddler’s hugs.
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Thanks. I never take myself or my work very seriously. That’s the death of good art. Or, any at, for that matter. 🙂
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