My infant son is a gifted artist. He channels Jackson Pollack on a daily basis.
The biggest similarity is the splatter marks. Lots and lots of splatter marks. The biggest difference is the medium. Instead of paint, it's baby food. Instead of a brush, it's a spoon and the pbbbt! of little lips. Instead of canvas, it's his own face. And my face. And the kitchen floor.
My little artist creates with pride and passion.
And he loves it when his momma wears his artwork out of the house.
So if you see me on the street, baby food caked on my clothes or hair, make me an offer, because this kid of mine, he's gonna be famous.