I often find amusement in many things. In many people. Old people. Stupid people. Little people. Especially little people. I have two little people in my life that I absolutely love. The first is a boy. Now 7 years old. My cousin Colby. He is the oldest man ever to live in such a young person. He is a snotty, bloody nosed kid. Always jumping, running, fighting. But he takes time to share his sketchbooks with me. Always letting me know exactly what each drawing is. Sometimes ripping out the pages to give me the drawing when I let him know that I think his work is brilliant. Sometimes he just draws me pictures that he thinks are funny. Case point:

In case you have not guessed what it is, it is a dog taking a poop. Yep. His mom told him he was gross. Then she told me not to keep encouraging him. I told him to keep on drawing!
The other little person that I love is Quinn. She is turning 4 years old next week. Quinn is the perfect little girl. Except that she has strong opinions on what she likes and likes to do. She loves Princess movies. Wearing skirts and dresses. Polly pockets. Having many pairs of fancy shoes. Quinn decided that she wanted to learn ballet, so her mo m signed her up and she took ballet classes. I saw a few photos of the class. Lots of little girls in there tutus and ballet shoes. Too cute!
So to fuel this story of Quinn the ballerina, I present to you the following photo:

Yep. A flower. Actually from the wallpaper border that decorates the bathroom in my flat. See the relation yet? Well, if you haven't, I will tell you. The flower reminded me of little ballerina Quinn. The form was simple. Delicate. Had motion. Had potential for other movements. So I took out the acrylics that I have not used in a really long time and set forth to make a painting that this one little ballerina girl might like.

The figures are basic shapes. Crudely rendered. No definition of hands, feet or face. Elongated bodies.
Exaggerated pinks. Just how I thought a ballerina
exposé of ballerina movements should be. If not, I would not have painted it this way. Go figure.
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