Sunday, January 9
There was a reception today for the show I am in at Artists' House Gallery. Paul came in at the very end with the boys. Thanks to Lorraine the gallery director's generous platters of home-baked cookies the little guys were content for a while. Maybe too content: Henry started to feel right at home and pulled his shirt off (a common occurrence at our house). Peter valiantly leaped to the rescue, but not before I grabbed my camera. Just could not resist that juxtaposition of Henry World intersecting with the Art World. If only he'd wear sunglasses/nose rings/a tattoo maybe we could pretend he was a performance artist!