Midsummer’s Eve

A Day in the Life, Art Book

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The weary mile from bed
To breakfast
Brings one’s blood a faster flow.
Then all the snaggled hair and jammies
Somehow fall out via friction
And we stand in the doorway of a bright basement
Blue and green with playfulness.
Our mouths fill with bananas.
Our hands fill with little cars.
We tumble outside for sunscreen and sand castles.
We poke and are poked
With real sticks
By real friends.
The Sun teases shadows across the red bricks
For as many minutes as possible.
The years are short,
But this one day;
It’s the longest day of all.

Self Portrait, Grown up Lady

Art Book, How

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I’m a judge. I’m a princess judge and I have a never stop glowing rose in my hair and I have curly hair, very curly hair, and my best fruit hat. I’m carrying a grocery bag and it has two loafs of bread and two cherry pies and two cakes and I have blueberries and strawberries in my basket and candy and watermelon and guess what I have? Everything in the whole wide world that you could possibly eat. It’s a huge bag.
-Edie, 4

Edie has been drawing a lot of picture sets lately, four princesses in a row, or five similar garden scenes. As four year olds usually do, she developed a quirky shorthand for human figures. One evening this week she showed me her work and I asked if I could have a turn. She watched intently as I drew. I made a big point of feeling and noticing the elements of my face, adding them carefully to my amateurish drawing, from the top and working down.

When I handed the pen back to her, she paused. She felt her own face. She counted out eight curls, drew the face outline, and added two big eyes. Trying my best not to giggle at the big spider, I transcribed most of what she said. She continued to feel her own face and add details, many of which she had never depicted before. For the first time, she illustrated teeth, the shape of lips, ears, eyelashes, and fingers.

I don’t know what is a princess judge or why she needs a fruit hat.

World War E

Art Book

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Edie: Last night I had a dream about a zombie. It was half bird, half giraffe, half princess, half chocolate. Cross out half chocolate. Okay here it goes. Half giraffe, half princess, half fairy. This kind of zombie shoots people. And half chocolate. It knows how to shoot a gun. And it can bite people and kill people also. You better a watch out for this kind of zombie. It bit me. Roly is going to tell the story.

Rory: ululululu uh. Uh. Me me me. Mmmmm. Hmm. Nn. Ahh!

Edie: It bit my foot. It bit my family. It bit a everything in my whole house. And in the world.

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Sleeping beauty

Art Book

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You are too big to nap
So the midday light had forgotten your lidded eyes
Your upper lashes kissing your lower
The angel Gabriel descended to Our Lady.

You told me stories and I sang you songs.
I felt your scalp asking my collarbone for another one
So I sang it again
A holy sacred hymn
I learned from Elvis or the disney channel.

Your neck gave up on holding up your head.
Your eyes gave up on staring into mine.
Your lips gave up on fluttering along with the songs I sang since before you were born.

And the midday light beheld your angelic
Craft glitter and boogers and banana slime
Frozen for a perfect moment
On your sleeping face.
You are almost too big to nap.

You’ll Be Around Forever Long

A Day in the Life, Art Book

Look, I can make all different kinds of green. I just put the blue first and then I put the green. I can make all different kinds of colors. This is not my favorite color- this is my favorite color. Ah, I can control the shades of blue too. That’s cool. What will happen if that happens? Not. What will happen if I mix this color and this color and a little bit of this color together? Pretty! This color, dip, and this color, this color, what does that make? Blue, pretty! Tip, tip, a little bit of this color. Pretty! And a little of this color. That’s shading pretty.

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[Singing]Set it in the sunshine, you’ll be my girl. Set it in the sunshine, next to me. You’ll be my girl forever long.

Yes, it’s for experiments. Ex. per. EEE. mints. Okay, I’ve got it. Now it’s got its normal color again. Yay, I’m free. Okay, here goes. Did it. Me and my all natural color. Um. A little of that there. Me and my free free natural color. Okay, a little more of that one, and [grunting] a little more of that one. Weee, and my own natural color.

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[Singing] You’ll be around forever long and you’ll be my heart. You’ll be in my heart, yes you will, you’ll be in my heart forever long. By yourself, in my heart. You’ll be a heart forever long. Let me see how much you’ve got, when I finally come to stop. I love the way comets zoom. I love the way comets zoom. I’ll be around forever. Dooo doo do dooo doduloodle doodle doodle. You’ll be around forever long and I’ll call you….

I just stuck my paintbrush in the green and it was so much water I couldn’t even see the paint brush because there’s so much green.

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[Singing] You’ll be in my heart forever long, you’ll be in my harvest. Stuck my paintbrush in the blue, color color color wooo. Color color color woo. I will be around forever long, if I call your name.

-Edie

Rainbow Square Field

Art Book

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It doesn’t really have a story, I told you. Maybe just a dream or something. I just used all the different colors. It has lots of colors. I did use red, but it has something in it that color. I just made it for you. And it’s so dry that it’s kind of patterny. Feel it. It’s like putting make-up on. I’m putting make-up on, Mama. Hey, are my cheeks turning green?
-Edie

The Eiffel Tower Dinosaur

Art Book

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Once upon a timed there was a old Eiffel tower and it was piled out of stones to make a Eiffel tower. And that old Eiffel tower grew and grew and grew until it was as tall as the sky. It reached all the way up to heaven. And that Eiffel tower grew and grew once again and that huge little Eiffel tower fell, fell, Fell, FELL until it squashed people’s homes. That’s the end.

-Edie

Onions Going on a Journey

Art Book

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The onions are walking in the long grass I’m making. They are going on a journey, on a quest. And they packed lots of food. And then they came to a village, and it was their mother’s village. No, it was not. It was St. Joseph’s village. And they slept there three days and then went on their quest again. And it snowed during when they were in St. Joseph’s village.

-Edie