Over Spring Break, we invited a few friends over and made a mess.
An organized chaos type of mess over several canvases.
I had visions of discussing Jackson Pollock and Art forming in the Experience and Motion of the Process. But our artists were ages 3-8 and much more interested in squealing when the paint got on their feet or went haywire off the canvases.
That's art too, I guess.
After everyone went home with a piece, I hung these four in the kitchen:
I hope they remind me to respect the process despite the end results.