We had an incident yesterday morning.
An incident with a bottle of nail polish.
If it had been created on paper I would have
proclaimed it abstract art,
declared my child an artistic genius and
picked out a frame for the obvious masterpiece.
I should have taken a photo before I smeared it all over the floor.
As it was, I guess you could call it floor art.
I felt like I was restoring an important painting…
down on my hands and knees
with gloves on
dabbing the artwork with nail polish remover.
As if I were restoring a long lost Picasso that explained it all.
An artist is bound to get a little paint on themselves, right?