The picnic table dripped with paper mache. Two life size legs, modeled with clear packing tape dangled from the branches of the orange tree, fastened with clothes pins.
Today, the tree is chock full of body parts.
Earlier in the week I went to the kitchen and found my son writing a letter with a feather, wearing a shirt he created out of tape and bleach.
Either my kids have too much time on their hands
or I'm raising future inventive Franken/Einsteinian art installation creators.
13 comments:
Your family scares me.
I think they just take after their mother.
Body art in a different form that I've learned body art is. I want an arm and a leg for my front yard so I can annoy the HOA. :)
Never a dull moment at Larainy's house. I wish I lived across the street so I could admire your lawn decor.
How fun that they are so creative!
I've heard it said that it's genetic, this FrankenEinsteinian syndrome.
In your case the paper mache' dummy may not fall far from the tree.
Quick - get a PR person or an agent - these kids have the potential for keeping you in style in your old age!
So the body parts were not for a school project? Just because?
I love Corinn.
I like the tape and bleach technique, looks great. Very inventive, both of them. Possible the body parts will avert folks from taking oranges when they get ripe, bodies of previous poachers.......
Ah man. I miss your family!
How cool is that?
VERY cool.
=)
OMG. My brother used to put pen cartridges in feathers. (Maybe not as cool as dipping them in ink, but more functional.)
PS- Is he writing a love letter? Any gal receiving a heartfelt creation penned with dead beast is a lucky gal indeed.
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