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Monday, May 11, 2009

It's No Van Gogh

During the final stretch of my pregnancy with Emi, my nesting instinct went slightly overboard. I wanted EVERYTHING to be just so. Emi’s nursery/Tyler’s office was still not finished and thoughts of going into labor without everything being ready made me a bit woozy and most likely a real bitch to live with. Tyler, the ever-doting husband, suggested I channel some of my extra energy into paintings for Emi’s room. I believe my reaction to his suggestion was falling on the floor and laughing hysterically. After I resisted and gave him all the reasons why this was a bad idea, he still insisted. He went out and purchased some mini canvases, paint supplies, and a little ABC book for inspiration.

He helped me with the first few canvases by sketching them out and letting me just paint them. I have to say it was very therapeutic and gave me a real sense of being productive. Around the fourth canvas I was on my own and actually enjoying the process.

Clearly, the MOMA will not be knocking on my door anytime soon, but if Emi asks about these paintings I can proudly say that they were made with lots of love.

Tyler, the creative half of us, painted these four canvases that hang above Emi’s crib after I begged him to purchase these for her nursery. I’m a lucky gal and Emi, fingers crossed, will get some of her daddy’s creative talents.

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Connie said...

My dad used to paint on the walls, and was always experimenting with other art... an 8th grade drop-out, electrician, mechanic - that didn't stop him. We always had paint in the house, wood carving tools, leather working materials. etc.

In turn, I have always left art supplies out in kids' reach. Scissors, paints (kid proof of course - for now), paper, markers, glitter glue, googly eyes, feathers, beds, etc. Now they are getting into my yarns, fabrics, etc., too. My eldest turned 8 this year, and despite the occasional mess... which I always have them help clean up... I love the results. They are creative and regularly copy the art they learn at school, or create their own art.

It's also teaching responsibility. I've had no home made haircuts, because they've alway had access to scissors and know how to use them. Messes are cleaned up or reported... not left to congeal! etc.

I love your and Tyler's paintings! And that's a great first step to encouraging creativity in your kids.. show by example :)

Lisa@saltandlightstudio said...

They are gorgeous Kacey! They are both retro and modern feeling, totally my style!


Paging Doctor Mommy said...

WOW! Emi is one lucky little girl because those are FABULOUS!

Carin said...

They are so sweet!!!!! SO MUCH better than anything you could have picked up anywhere! I have some canvases to play with this summer with my girls...I don't know what they will look like but it will be fun trying!

A Psych Mommy said...

Those are fabulous! I wish I had some talent to do that--mine would end up as stick figures (if I were lucky!)

The Kooky Queen--Rachel said...

Oh my goodness!!!!!!!!!!! Genius idea, I loooooooooove those!!!!!!

Ryan Ashley Scott said...

These are beautiful. The love that went into them makes them priceless, and she'll get that as she grows up.

BonBon Rose Girls Kristin said...

I think they're fabulous and so personal!

Sarah said...

That first paragraph describes me all too well, right about now!

LOVE the paintings.

With my first, I painted a bookshelf with animals, and a name plaque (which I did on odd sized canvas paper, and STILL - two years later - do not have in a frame. *hangs head in shame*).

This time around, I haven't done anything, but I've had some good intentions. Do those count??

Alexis AKA MOM said...

Ahhh how sweet, Better than Van Gogh :)

Felicia - I complete Me said...

Oh these pictures are great. I remember when I was pregnant I was going insane to not have everything in order. I was due in August, my baby shower wasn't until the end of june and no one would let me buy anything. I was sneaking onsies and pampers here and there, and had dreams that I had no clothes for my baby. I'm glad hubs was able to help you find a way to channel all that energy.