From Art Project... to Art

Last weekend, Coco and Mommy decided to turn the farm into an art studio. We threw some leftover canvas on the floor, outfitted Coco in one of my old T-shirts, put a bandana on her head, and watched our little bookworm turn into Jackson Pollack. She smeared primary colors on mostly the right places, managing to get a little blue under her armpits and red and yellow on her paper. A great way to kill about six minutes at the farm. (The clean-up took decidedly longer ...)

This weekend, we stayed in town and, sticking with the art theme, took the kids to the Walker. It was Elliot's first visit. He won't remember a thing, which is probably a good thing as three of the galleries were dedicated to the life's work of a Japanese artist who had a bit of a, shall we say, "Phallic fixation." Coco was undeterred by the "mature" content we encountered. She was obsessed with the talking Dolphin, and dismissed most everything else we saw as either "funny" or "not real." She was right.

We concluded our visit with lunch at the Gallery 8 restaurant, where we agreed we'd come back to see our new Dolphin friend soon. We'll wait until the Japanese exhibit has safely moved on to the next museum.