But what happens when you live in a 1500 sq. foot home with seven other people? Six of them being little, mischievous and totally compulsive.
The kitchen table becomes my studio. The kitchen table is the place where I can sit and paint and still keep an eye on my kids and make sure they aren't becoming delinquents. I call it Command Centreal. I can't very well cut myself off from everyone and work in the garage, where Michael has his studio--it's crazy hot in there.
I'm beginning to realize the kitchen table isn't the ideal workstation.
I got up for about five minutes. To pee, sprinkle some water on my face and brush my teeth. Five minutes, that's all I ask for. I heard the pitter-patter of fat stubby little feet. Xixi, my adorable 3 year old.
When I walked back into the kitchen, she was standing there like the cat who ate the canary. "Mama...I-I-I paint on your picture."
Then she took off running for her room, like she was fearing for her life or something.
My heart just sank.
What is the likelihood that she uncovered my palette, found a paintbrush, dipped it into the paint and found my latest painting and desecrated it?
Right over the center of my piece. Three hours of work down the toilet. I didn't yell at Xixi. I didn't spank her. But I did feel pathetically sorry for myself. I may have even boo-hooed a teensy weensy bit.
This is why I can never paint. This is why I can never do anything I want to do. I am going to cook and clean and referee kids for the next ten years of my life. Woe is me...woe is meeeeeeeeee.
I talked to my husband Michael so I could extend my pity party. Maybe if he felt sorry for me I could milk this for all it was worth. He felt really bad and apologized on behalf of our 3 year old profusely.
"What is that saying you shared with the kids during our last art workshop?" he asked me.
In my mind I went over my many pearls of wisdom and couldn't remember what he meant.
"You said, there are no mistakes in art, just new opportunities for creative expression."
Wow, I'm pretty insightful. I took my own advice. I didn't scrap my piece. I buffed out the face and it took a totally new direction.