Things got a bit hectic around here, so it was a bit later before we could start painting the second stretched canvas (you can read my post about the first canvas here). While we did smaller, less time consuming (and less messy) art projects, in the interim, the kids did NOT let me forget that we had another canvas to paint. Every day I heard, “Mommy, can we paint the canvas today?” At one point, Mister shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess we just aren’t never going to paint it. Then we can’t never put them on the wall for everyone to see.”
I hated to make them wait, but things were crazy, and well…
Nevertheless, the second canvas painting day arrived, and Mister and Sister were thrilled. They helped me spread the paper on the table (they even washed the table first). Once the table was covered, I gave each their paint palette with acrylic paints and set them loose.
Sister was far more adventurous this time around. Not only did she paint in several spots, she even painted on the painters tape to make it “disappear.” Oops. Hope it holds with as much paint as she slathered on there. I think she is definitely more comfortable with painting now.
Mister, once again, was all elbows in. He experimented with different sized brushes, to see what effect the size of the brush had on the appearance of the paint. He also experimented by holding the paintbrush up and watching the paint drip onto the canvas from it. I showed him how the paint splattered differently if you held it a little higher. He thought that was cool, and soon enough, I was having to tell him to hold his brush closer to the canvas. LOL. He had no problem moving his paint palette around the table when he felt he was finished with one spot and wanted to start another. It was comical to watch him, because he kept analyzing (he is his father’s son) whether or not a spot needed more paint. If there was any black showing at all, he determined it had to be painted.
At one point, he reached up and used his brush to drag a line down the center of the canvas. That pretty much rankled Sister’s countenance, since part of what he dragged was what she had just painted. He told her that it was making it “consistent.” Um, okay. Whatever the case, she must have agreed, because she went back to painting and left it as it were.
Once they were finished, I set the canvas out on the washer to dry. Now that I have artwork nearly ready to hang, I need a large clock for my wall.