We get to the beach and I say some stock phrases of mommydom. Choose the ones you identify with:
don't get wet, we don't have towels/spare clothes
try not get sand in your eyes/mouth/your brother's eyes/mouth
leave your shoes in the car or carry them yourself
did you put sunscreen on?
where is the hat I asked you to bring?
wear your hat!
Don't get sand in my car
can I swim?
Carry my shoes,hat,towel, clothes etc please
It is not hot enough for sunscreen/hat
I did not hear you ask me? I told Brother to bring them.
Where is my hat?
Why is the car seat so wet?
We walk the beach, they get wet , no matter the temperature, they collect sticks, dead birds( it was a dead seal pup last week! I drew the line at that!)and shell. I collect wet clothes, shoes and hats like a coat-check girl at a nightclub( a job I held whilst a student!! This is far less lucrative!). Wet clothes are left to air dry on sticks they prop up in the sand.We collect them on the walk back.
This painting is an experiment on paper. I am not mad for it as it absorbed the paint too quickly and I felt the grain showed through too much.
|The Wet T-Shirt|
33 x 40 cm
oil on paper
|Julius with his collection of sticks and dead seal|
|The high tide making stream crossings fun|