Painting with babies

 

Painting with children can be quite nice. At least when I think about it. You can get cheap big art on your wall in exactly the colours your room needs, it might look like modern art, and when people ask if you made it yourself you don’t need to reply yes, but can almost truly tell them it was made by a child. The process is usually fun too.

 

Last time I did this was together with the two sweet twins Bjørn and Birk:

 

 

This time I wanted to make a painting where Silas hands were in focus. I have seen so many parents making things with their childrens hands, but I rarely found it very beautiful. There must be a good reason why people make these thing though, since so many are doing it, and of course I can see the point too. So I wanted to make something using his hands, and which could be stored for the future.

 

When I was pregnant with Silas I started having a lot of wonderful dreams about butterflies. The dreams were so special and lively, and the butterflies were more beautiful and magic than you can ever imagine. So, I decided I would make a painting where his hands turned into butterflies. You know, - put paint on his hands and then put his hands on the sheet, and one hand is one butterfly wing. Can you imagine? So could I. I concluded though, that I should probably wait for someone to join me, so that one of us could put his hands on the painting and the other could prevent him from eating the paint. So I waited, but then I got impatient almost right after having started waiting, and decided I could probably do it myself anyway. Then I again concluded I couldn’t, but was still impatient, so I decided that during the process of waiting I would make something else to the painting where I also were using hands as butterflies. I decided to make these butterflies by just drawing around his hands. Well, let me just say that this wasn’t as easy as it sounds either. I put him on the stomach on the top of the painting, but suddenly he forgot how to hold his head.. (I should have painted his nose) Nothing happened though, he was happy again after some seconds. But the result is that I still have a half painted thing standing in my livingroom, wich includes some strange drawings with a pencil, and which I cant even lie about when people ask me who painted it