A Painted Man

While in Utah, waiting on yet another surgery I got out the paints. Unfortunately we were in my craft room at the time. More or less it had to do with a "Little One" wandering in and demanding attention by way of looting supplies. Out came the brushes, paint, camera and off came the rainbow tie-dyed socks. I try again and again to master face painting, but as always have a mini-dictator on my hands. Happily I paint what the man says... A beard, blue nose and whiskers. A happy dictator who will paint his own feet. (Thank you very much!) All the while a mother begging him to, "Just please lift your head!"