Isaac is already creating his way through life. I find his art everywhere.
His art can be found on the doors, as pictured above, inside the car, on the sidewalk and on his body.
And…I want to be mad. I want to scold and redirect him to white paper and crayolas. I also think he is a mixed media artist.
I love his little drawings. I do try and keep him corralled but mostly I enjoy the art that seems to just spill out of his being. Then we grab a towel and clean off the walls.
This ain’t the DIA. Yet.