Outside, Iris and I were painting. I worked on my canvas and she did a paper rainbow.
This canvas I started working on right after my birthday, and now it’s all done. We put lines and dots and puddles. Mama works on it with me because otherwise I kind of forget what we’re doing and paint my body instead. Because I like the feeling of the wet brushes on my skin. But when Mama is painting little dots, I copy her with big dots. We splat some red and yellow together. I walk over it and leave negative footprints. My feet turn greenish aqua.
Stripes grow all over my arms and legs. Some are drips and some are brush strokes, but it’s okay because the hose has been in the sun all day. I stand in the hose shower and warm rainbow colors swell at my feet.