Day 18. Family time: we paint

First we had a meeting to talk about what to do if we get the pestilence. Who should we call? Do you have enough in your checking account to cover bills that will come in? What is your quarantine room if you get it and which is the quarantine-dedicated bathroom? Pack a go-bag in case you have to go to the hospital. Write down your critical passwords and keep them in a safe place for us in case we absolutely need them.

Then on to brighter things. Each person was randomly assigned a square indicating color and shape for a painting. “Paint something that fits this pattern,” I said. They saw these:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The pencil marks were not part of the original.

And here is what came of it.

Robbo’s and John’s:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abraham’s, representing Fibonacci’s spiral, and an unused road on which grass is growing:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Molly’s:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mine:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let me ‘splain. The top one is a bedroom with a yellow and green quilt. Against the back wall is a mirror in which is reflected a creepy female figure. We were listening to the Dresden Files, Book 7, an atmospheric book with wizards and vampires in Chicago.

The second is the view of someone imprisoned inside with a view of the unattainable outdoors.

The third is what it is.

This is what I had painted the day before, a nine-patch representation of the log cabin quilt block. It is upside down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here it is all together! They will be hung on a wall in this order.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I am going to find a better photo storage app than Google Photos! So much color was lost in translation.

That was fun. A refreshing break from school online and worries about the coronavirus.

About lettersfromheartscontent

Mother of six, wife to a forester and educator, formerly homeschool teacher and tutor with Classical Conversations. Now teaching music at a small Christian school. I enjoy dabbling in acrylic paints in my spare time, composing for my family and for my choir, and visiting with my family regularly on Hangouts.
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