One of the great things about art is that it can be nearly anything, nearly anywhere. Young Picasso here, err rather, Indiana, loves sidewalk chalk and sidewalk paint. I prefer the paint to the chalk. The feel of the paint squishing through my fingers makes me feel happy.
Now, i have no talent at painting or art or crafts either for that matter. My mother is this fantastic oil painting, charcoal drawing, pencil sketching seiously artistic talent; She can sew, she can do crafts, she is brilliant. I think maybe it has skipped me and gone straight to Indiana. He can always be found drawing on something that he isn't supposed to be drawing on (like the wall!) We actually have dry-erase pens on the fridge so Indy can draw on it whenever he wants!
Oh, and as a side note to those who read the previous post... i took about 20 pictures of the new davenports and dint like any of them so i will try again tomorrow.