It is still school holidays.  Sunday afternoon.  Fine but cold day.  JD wanted to paint.  I heard him shifting the easel board, pushed a stool in the play room so he could reach the paint and paintbrush on the top shelf, opened and shut the door to the back garden, I saw him trying hard to squeeze the blue, yellow, white, green, black colours out.  I left him to paint because it was early afternoon, the little one was asleep,  I wanted to chill, and since he is outside, painting is pretty safe.

He was quiet for a quite a while.  Then I shouted across the kitchen window, “Hey JD, what are you painting?”.  He said “A dog, a black one.”  I thought “Yeh, allright” (but didn’t really believe him because I swear he was just drawing nothing) and didn’t pay much attention to it till I went outside.  My son could draw and paint better than me.

At least he won’t get an “F” for art like me. Thank goodness for that.  He has got my big sister’s arts genes for sure.

Once in a while, I would look at some of his art work from school, and this one just caught my attention.  He said it is the garden of our house, with bright beautful flowers.  I like the brightness of the colours.  So bright, so childlike, truly resembles how children think and perceive.  Everything is always great and fun.

Painting is a soothing time for JD.  It helps him to focus, and sometimes he can spend half an hour mixing colours, trying out the different paint brushes, and in this photo, he was painting a “Robot City” – all in his own interpretion, and that’s art, hey.