My daughter loves to paint. This is an understatement. I have hundreds of photos of her using different mediums: finger paints, water colors, tempura, poster paints. From different approaches: on her belly, at her easel, on a chair or at the table. With different tools: hands, fingers, brushes, sponges, toothpicks or chopsticks. And from early ages, starting at about 9 months to just today. I keep her easel set up with access to paints in spill proof cups at all times, which keep the paints fresh for the week as well, so when the mood strikes, she is ready to create! (and no, this is not disastrous, at nearly four she’s never painted anywhere inappropriate – i.e. only on paper, her hands or body.)
In a few years, I plan to put together a photo book of her early works. I think this is an excellent way to archive the mountain of childhood artwork most parents accumulate and then don’t know what to do with. I generally take a photo, even if it’s a not so great phone camera photo, of just about everything she paints or draws. This way, I have the record, but not the clutter, conveniently pre-dated. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not so heartless to throw away every precious bit of her creations, because they’re all precious to her:
“Mama? Do you remember that picture, on the blue paper, that I cut up into a puzzle? Where did it go?” “I’m sorry Jana, we don’t have those hundreds of bits of paper from three months ago around anymore.”
I have a few choice pieces that I have in an art cabinet frame that houses and displays her work in a way that it makes it so simple to occasionally slide a new “front page” piece in. I’ll write a date on the back and any comment deemed necessary so that when looking back in chronological order, they can stay that way and oh, yeah, that *is* a jelly fish she drew.