Paint

I’ve never met children so fascinated by paint before. Is this of my doing? Am I like subconsciously forcing them to obsess over paint? They wake up and want to paint, they paint rocks, their finger nails, paint each other, paint in the bath tub, hell I bet if I let them they would paint the cat. The other day without thought I started serving lunch to Violet before taking her paint brush away, and she started painting her blueberries!
Is it out of boredom? Freedom of expression?? Control over a substance that I’m pretty sure they don’t even completely understand yet…?  Maybe they will be artists when they grow up or maybe this is just a typical phase of all toddlers and I’m just blowing things out of proportion like I always do. It’s fucking paint. Although I’m sure there are some crazy art majors out there thinking oh no lady, paint is more than just a medium, it’s a tool used to let the soul out on paper! Maybe, and if that’s so, what are they saying with this paint? Should I be concerned that sometimes I see things in the paintings, or is that my dysfunction? I don’t know. Paint is paint and they’re kids and its fun.

Apple tree by Violet