When I was a kid during art class I would draw the same picture each class.
A stick house.
You know the kind.
A rectangle with a triangle roof.
A tiny rectangle chimney with a curly smoke stream coming out of it.
The smoke would be
or sometimes A LOT.
The smoke would intermingle in between the puffy clouds
The house would have
2 square windows
1 rectangle door.
Making a good house=a good day.
There was a LONG time ago.
There was a long period of time when I was told
and told myself
I wasn't an artist.
Then I picked up a coloring book.
I still love making the shapes
making the shapes made for a good day.