Then, with a slightly mischievous twinkle in her eye, she says....it has to be 4x6 or smaller. Whaaaatttt???? lol
After I finished snorting up my coffee in disbelief, I realized that she was serious. I argued and hemmed and hawed for a bit, pouted, stuck my bottom lip out.....used all of the usual successful manipulating tricks (that work on my husband), trying to gain some inches to the painting, or heck, even some millimeters, but alas, to no avail....it must be painted that small.
Now, if ya'll know about my art history, I started out painting as a muralist. Painting small is not my cup of tea (or actually, cup o' Vietnamese coffee) I'd rather spend my time plucking my chin hairs (which I do spend time doing, BTW, considering that I am aging at an alarming rate, but that's another blog for another day) but we had to do it, so we ripped some small paper into tinier pieces of paper and then we ripped them again....into a piece that I would normally throw away as leftover scrap paper or use to scrape the cat food bowl clean so that the pieces don't end up in the sink drain..... aaaaand we started.
The sketching didn't take long and once we started painting, I actually started to enjoy painting small. Who'd have thunk it? (as my 9 year old says) (after which, I correct her grammar as any responsible homeschool mom would do)
Anyhow, thanks for the challenge, Kate and I thought that yours turned out really nicely!
I do doff my theoretical artistic hat to all of the small painters out there! It's tough stuff! The next time I see a lovely small painting, I will study it respectfully for at least a full minute if I don't get distracted by anything else.