Marie and Grace shared art from their portfolios today, breezing past sketches and exercises and dad saying “woah! Stop! Let me see that!” I swear, I did this for more than just the pieces that fit today’s words of the day: Black and white.
My first thought was to go to Publix and snag a black and white cookie.
I didn’t though. Color pervaded my day, and I couldn’t find much in black and white – other than a cow fan in Dollar Tree. I even snapped a shot of it. Marie had this in her portfolio, every panel done in a different media.
I mean, look at it. I’m not saying this from the standpoint of skill, although I see lots of it. Other black and white in my day or thoughts – even the cookie, and the cow fan – would potential drown out from green frosting or packs of bubble gum nearby.
There’s a starkness to black and white.
There’s a contrast, but also a melding, a mixing in between, where black becomes gray and white darkens to meet that gray, too. Color would blot that out, even complicate the simplicity. I needed for no blue or green, red or yellow in Marie’s work.
I love the girls’ artwork.
It makes me wish for more walls and frames and space to put it all up. To furnish a room in green and purple because their art is in green and purple. Marie wanted to toss a stack of sketches, and I wouldn’t let her. “I don’t like them!” she protested.
“I do!” I answered. “And their from my baby.” Marie scowled a little.
You’ll see. When you have kids.