So I'm on the floor painting my next masterpiece; the canvas is drying and I'm feeling revived after blending in beautiful colours of ivory white, beige, taupe and midnight black together. Layers of texture from the paint are peeping through the canvas and the gold leaf which I've applied onto the image is shimmering, winking at me even in the shadows of the room. I've just inked up a lino block in black ink ready to hand press it onto my painted canvas, when I hear my youngest daughter entering the room and sitting down beside me chatting. I have to say my kids are my biggest critics and encouragement. This time she says "WOW MUM, that is AMAZING, I love it!!!!" Phew, I think to myself, it must be okay! Then as I turn my back to put my paintbrush into the water pot, already I hear her getting up to get back to playing. Somehow, she has stood on my inked up lino block, which I was sure was way out of her reach, and I shout "WOW, Josie, THAT is amazing!!" Holding up her foot as a piece of art, we both giggle and get the baby wipes out to get cleaning. Art is childsplay!
