We've been doing a thing lately at our house where Mabel and I hang out in our pajamas and paint on Sunday morning after breakfast. This past weekend I brought home some extra-big sheets of paper--like maybe 20x15 inches or so--from work and we busted out both the watercolors and the "jar paints" (as Mabel calls tempera) and she went to town. And, yes, I'm a proud and cheesy mother and utterly biased, but can I just say? I really really like these paintings. It seems to me that the heart and soul of children's painting may lie in having the room and space to make great big free sweeping arm movements.
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