My daughter's first oils

His first strokes. His first encounter with mixing two fresh edges and not knowing what to do.

Here making his mixes with the spatula. It took a while for him to get the colors out of the tube without getting stuck.

There he goes again, top to bottom, with a flat 12 brush. Synthetic bristles but working like camel hair.

He finally ended up with his legs painted over and the smell of turpentine left him a groan in his chest from his asthma. But it is a love. I gave her a glass of milk to reduce the toxicity and the next day there she was ready.

He sat down to make a few doodles, without deciding to imitate my crazy cubist style or his childish figures.

We'll see how long the supplies I've left last.

Now we will go with my son, who very young had tried with oil on canvas without primer.

Undoubtedly it is not his original style, but to see my Rats of madness with those mosaics you already know the trick. More to look good to me than to herself, but in this way she will develop her own style.

What satisfaction has caused me !!!