A Tractor for Aengus


I’ve never been a summer knitter.  Not in any real sense.  I may pick up a project from time to time, but the oppressive Mojave Desert heat saps any real desire to work with wool.  And I’m OK with that.  When you live in the American Southwest, knitting is not a year-round hobby.  (I am purposely neglecting to acknowledge all of the cotton and openwork patterns that litter the magazine rack at the LYS this time of year.  I’m a purist.  I don’t drink lavender lattes and I prefer my knits to be warm and wooly–cotton is for washcloths).  So, needless to say, I have little knitting to show from the last few months.  However, I have been working on some other projects around the apartment and I started training for a half-marathon in October.  There’s something.

One of the projects I’ve been working on is a gallery wall of original sketches (done by yours truly) for Aengus’s room.  I have a pretty large space that is going to need filling once he completely outgrows his changing table and I move some of the furniture around and I really didn’t have need for more shelves.  I thought artwork would be cool.  I originally thought I would try my hand at canvas painting like all of the neat work you see on Pinterest and Etsy, but the thought of pulling out my unforgiving oil paints (yes.  I have oil paints.  Why?  I don’t know.) and taking a crack at that just didn’t appeal.  What kind of painting is easy, fun, and forgiving while still lovely to hang on the wall?  Watercolors of course.  I remember the countless hours I spent watercoloring as a child.  Blending and creating colors and washing them across the white paper, discovering how pretty muted hues could be.  So I picked up some cheap brushes, watercolor paints, and a tablet of watercolor paper at the craft store and got to work.

I figured an array of nine framed paintings would be perfect to fill the wall, so I set out to sketch and watercolor nine different types of “big machines”.  Aengus has a serious obsession with trains and construction machines and wheels, as I’m sure any boy his age would, so these paintings would be perfect. And as a way to document the process for showing Aengus as he gets older, I recorded my work and turned them into time-lapse videos set to music.  A complete package.  Original “mom art” for my boy.

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