Friday, July 08, 2005
My study is ornamented with art from my children, mostly Christina, who deems herself the artist. But all my children draw and create marvelous things that make this space mine.
This mask hangs between a painting of a boy and girl holding hands and another of hearts within hearts. I think she took the picture of it too.
Perhaps I should look for prints of famous works. I can easily see the kids doing this in their rooms as they get older. I doubt I'll change much, except to add some new works as they mature and create. Who can fail to find a voice amidst so much love?
Here I have books and paper and, when necessary, a computer. The walls remind me of the difference between solitude and solitary confinement.