We plan on doing some painting this weekend. I realize that this sounds like crazy talk, but I prefer blind optimism to actual craziness. We'll probably be using paint we already have and working on Sam's new room. Which means, oh, I don't know, total chaos as his new room is our room and my sewing stuff... blah, blah, blah.
While trying to ignore all this realness, I'm focusing on the end product. The little boys are going to inherit the alphabet prints and Sam's sweet yella' room. I'm thinking about big boy art. Martha and Sally have got my number (Sam and I have both been plotting colours and the sorts of tools he's going to need). And so does Mr. Ward Jenkins. You may know him from his highly addictive flickr group or his equally addictive wife. Now get familiar with his extremely affordable and adorable (er, I mean dope) prints.
I *think* he's going to start selling prints from his b-boy show last year, and best of all, you can look through his flickr sets and contact him about prints of stuff you like. Sam is flipping out over this above business. And the kids in space. I haven't found it very easy to find art for Sam that he likes or cares about-- four year-olds are so much older than they appear to be, but you know, they're still four. Or almost five, I guess. Thanks, Ward. It helps that you're an awfully nice guy, too.
Other slippery slope browsing:
- Berkley Illustration (the little boys are going to score some of this, I think)
- One of my favourite Matte Stephen's prints... gah, I love it
- Evan B. Harris gives me a longing sort of stomach ache
