He shadows her movements and mimics her every utterance. She talks to him of colours and birds and growing things whilst gently directing his brush to the water jar, then to the paint and then to the cloth. As watery droplets seep into the fibres a spark ignites and he sets about splashing colour here and there just as she is doing beside him. I sip tea as they make rainbows on cream calico and draw breath and cloud watch.
I know only too well that this swirl of serenity and colour will before long become an overturned paint jar, a scuffle over a brush or a task abandoned in search of other enchantments. Such is the way when creating with little people. For now I will revel in hot tea, morning sun and happy babies.
We used our watercolours to make rainbows on scraps of calico. I used thrifted embroidery hoops to keep the fabric taut and let the dappled light inspire us.