On Sunday I brought Daisy to an art studio here in San Francisco. They have an array of pre-made unfinished pottery pieces and a large selection of paints and brushes. The idea is that you spend some time (and money) painting the pieces and then they'll fire it and glaze it for you. Daisy loves it there. This was probably her third visit, but it was my first.
Daisy carefully perused the shelves of white pottery looking for the perfect canvas.
"Daddy, what are you going to paint?"
"Oh, I think I'll just watch you. I'm not much of a painter."
"Are you sure? Look at all these cute things!"
I looked around. I saw plates, bowls, mugs, platters, kitties, puppies, bunnies, skulls....
"Skulls? That seems out of place, " I said to myself. "Hey, I SPECIALIZE in out of place! Maybe I'll paint me a skull!"
They had a sample finished skull on the shelf. It was painted black with flames licking the cheek bones. I snorted in derision. How cliche! Besides, good flames are way hard to paint. My Art Fu is weak. I quickly ran down my mental checklist of things I was actually capable of painting:
- Smiley faces
I worked carefully for the next hour, choosing the happiest paint colors and decorating my skull carefully. I pushed the envelope of my abilities by adding a heart, a lady bug, and a pretty blue spiral. I also gave "A Skull Out Of Water" a nice smile and some googly eyes. I like him. He's the nicest skull ever.
Daisy also painted a bunch of stuff.