the smell of paint
I recently finished teaching a little series of art classes to the coolest family ever. (Number one, because they happen to all be amazing, hilarious people; number two, because how neat is the mother of teenage boys who goes and finds an art teacher so her family can take art classes together in the evening? What a great way to live.) Anyway, here are a couple of my favorite paintings they made. The still life is by Marla, the mother's, from the night we learned about Cezanne, and the portrait is by Matthew, age 14, from our self-portrait night. Aren't they fabulous?