Z made me this Father's Day mask. It's a portrait of me, and it invited a great deal of discussion.
For instance, she was asked why I had such dark skin.
The answer: she didn't have a crayon that was the right color.
Then little sis, A, asked, "Why doesn't he have a nose?" (I actually hadn't noticed)
Z: I don't draw noses.
A: Why not?
Z: I just don't.
Krista and I have subsequently dug up and studied her drawings, and do you know what? She doesn't draw noses. Look at the picture above. She's an artiste. I won't be surprised though, if suddenly in high school art class she starts just drawing noses all the time. A nose on a plate. A nose driving a car. A nose drawing a nose.
Her teacher will say, "What's up with all these noses? Don't you draw the rest of a person?"
Z: No, I only draw noses.