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Show 43 "You don't have to know how to draw in order to paint!" She is speaking in happy exclamation points and somehow the rain outside my window is becoming brighter because of it. She picks out several bmshes, running her thumb across the tops of the largest ones, perhaps measuring their willingness for this unlikely project, and asks Eileen for a large container of water. I am captive entertainment. When Eileen comes around the comer from the kitchen with the water, I shall be doomed to demonstrate my lack of any innate artistic ability. I had reasonably stopped drawing long ago, when I discovered that I could not make my stick figures actually look like the family they were representing. I have never painted. She has opened a large pad of watercolor paper and is turning to see my red face. "Do you prefer birds or flowers?" Maybe she will be doing the painting, I am hoping. She is still holding the pad. "Flowers." I would not know where to start with birds. Flowers have straight stems and only several petals. Birds, on the other hand, have myriad lines of feathers and beaks and hidden song within their throats. |