We missed EM's art show this year. We had sent out invitations to her weekend long birthday party weeks in advance; long before we knew the exact date of the art show. By the time we realized there was a conflict, we were into party preperations too deep to back out, so we decided to skip the art show instead.
I feel bad about that. Sort of. My understanding is that it was somehow set up outside this year. No overcrowded, stuffy museum! And hey, who doesn't love a temporary outdoor art installation? Especially in a city whose citizens are told to expect rain upwards of 300 days per year. What could possibly go wrong?
She brought her portfolio home a few weeks later. She thinks, but she's not sure, that these are the two pieces that were hung in the show.
This is all well and good. I am definitely impressed. Whimsical. Approaching proportional. Three-dimensional, even, in parts. And she's still really enjoying the classes, and wants to continue into the foreseeable future. So that's great. I'm as proud as any parent could be.
But, again, I just have to ask: The hands EM! When are they going to teach you how to draw hands?!!!
