We've been noticing these lovely, blowsy poppies on the south side of The Little America Hotel and finally took cameras yesterday to get some shots. This one would make a fine watercolor.
I missed class one night and he came home with the portrait of Elliot above. The face is watercolored.
I stared at it. "You didn't paint that," I said. "Marian painted it."
"No, I painted it."
In the margins, Marian had shown him what to do. Maybe he had painted it. "She said I was an artist," Tom said.
Tne next morning, I said, "You have to help me for twenty minutes to clean up around here."
"I'm an artist. I don't clean up."
"Don't pull that artistic temperament crap on me. It won't work."
He's been grinning all week.
I do think they're lovely.