Le Artiste

My daughter, like most kids, likes to draw.  A lot.  Any chance she gets at a fresh piece of white paper and her box of markers, she'll take.  She'll usually draw your normal scenario: flowers, rainbows, the family cats, a house, etc.  Sometimes I'm not really sure how her brain works and she comes up with doozies like this:

Notice the lighting, shadowing and composition.  Notice the use of color and depth.  Or don't because this is just a really weird picture created out of the mind of a six year old girl.  What the heck is it?

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Let's explore.  We have two sets of stairs in our house.  Leah was very clear that these were the stairs DOWN to the basement.  Because why would some creepy thing happen on the main floor?  Didn't you watch Home Alone?  Trey, the one-eyed man child has lifted his diminutive sister above his head and is preparing to devour her.  I, with my awesome adaptable legs similar to that funny sheet on tv that only covers the guy from the waist down but covers the girl from the chest down, am obviously NOT happy that my son is misbehaving.  Notice the lack of horror on my face.  It's more of a "I can't believe you're doing this again after I told you not to" face.  Does Leah feel threatened by her huge brother?  Not a bit.  If anything, he's more concerned with her sneaking up on him and starting a brawl.  Is this world too overwhelming for her?  She's six.  The answer is no.  Why did she give me such ugly pants?  Maybe she wants me to be happy and is encouraging me to be happy.

Or, she just has a twisted mind in that tiny head and I should start saving for therapy NOW.