Sorry. I couldn’t resist the awful pun.
We haven’t done art class in a couple of weeks. I’d forgotten how much fun it is. First we learned a bit about Monet and the impressionists, and then we went down to the makery to try our hand at some impressionistic oil painting.
It was my first time using oils. They feel great to paint with—creamy and smooth. I chose to paint a landscape that was more Group of Seven than Salon des Refusés. As usual, I probably enjoyed the work more than the kids did.
I also washed more paintbrushes than the kids did, which made me think that a scientific investigation into the properties and uses of dish soap would be a great idea. From making giant bubble solution to stripping cloth diapers to washing oil paints out of brushes, is there anything dish soap can’t do?
I wish I had something witty to say today, but it was a very full day with little to no downtime, and I’m beat. We explored a new-to-us park today and between walking on uneven snow and along with the lack of sleep last night (I was awakened by certain children who will remain nameless,) it’s left me with sore legs. I’m off to bed; I’ll just leave you with this photo of my very first oil painting.