One thing I learned from art school is that it doesn't matter what the art object looks like, it's all about the title. I saw way too many examples of
feces art (seriously were all the artists in the 60's and 70's artists completely stoned?) that really had nothing to do with visual art at all. Some of my snapperhead classmates picked up on this and would draw a giant X as their final drawing assignment, calling it 48:34 (the time it took them to draw the X until their pencil was all used up).
My young grasshopper has learned early the importance of naming his work. This of course thrilled me to bits! Woo hoo! A drawing developmental milestone! Behold:
"Airplane" Which really sounds more like hairplayne.
"Sunshine!" Sunshine is always an exclamation.
It's really cool to see when that hampster is working in that brain of his. He's processing information and putting words to it.
