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Ghost Dolphins


Earlier this year, before rainbombs and such, I said I wanted to try and push small limits of my creative comfort zones.

Which basically means joining in with my LittleOne's creative activities and doing things like splotching paint on paper or doing crafty things or making play-clay models non-judgementally. Emphasis on the non-judgementally bit. I gave myself 10 rules (scroll down in the link to find them). 

A few weeks ago, LittleOne and I did a paints day, with some new paints and brushes.

I was quite impressed with how I'd managed to get these ocean colours looking quite, you know, oceany. For once, I was genuinely not harsh at myself.


Then LittleOne wanted to have a go on my paper and I quickly demanded a pause in sharing my paper until I got a photo of my oceany colours. 

This pause aggravated LittleOne's imp of the perverse. How dare I pause the collaboration?! Humph! As soon as I got my photo, LittleOne grabbed my paper, my oceany colours, the paints and brushes and marched off to the far side of the deck to add to my painting in private.

This, my friends, was the result. 


Dolphins and ghost dolphins swimming and swirling through ocean colours! 

I loved it. The best collaboration ever, I exclaimed.

LittleOne had probably intended to needle a cranky reaction out of me, so my reaction was unexpected. It took the wind out of the perverse imp's sails and the imp went into the garden to sulk, and LittleOne declared painting time finished.

Seeing as I would never have dared add anything else to the ocean - for fear of spoiling the oceany colours and knowing that nothing I added would look 'nice' or would  'fit' - LittleOne was right. 

This was a perfect time to finish.


Du fond de coeur x

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