Is this art or graffiti? Funny, when I first looked at this earlier today, I groaned. See that little bit of wall art has been there on the wall of the staircase for well over three years. My little Picassos drew those lines years ago. That was the fifth time. Hours of Magic Eraser did not leave the space permanently clean. I decided three years ago to leave the red crayon because I knew that if I removed it again, it would reappear in days.
See this scribble really wasn't graffiti, even if it was a tagging of sorts. My son had just decided to pretty up the walls and the result of his work was what is in this picture. I can totally relate. I am not a fan of the wallpaper. Actually, if there were not really high ceilings over the staircase, the paper would have been removed six years ago when we bought the house. I was afraid to climb a ladder on the staircase, even those ones made for such jobs. So, we are just living with this paper until we get around to hiring someone. At this pace, it will still be up for another six years.
The crayon adds a bit of a spark, doesn't it? You can contemplate what the artist intended the strokes to be. It could be a ball of yarn, a firework or even a fireman rescuing a cat from a twenty foot tree while balancing on top of an elephant. You just need to use your imagination.
Today, was a day of being stuck in the house. My husband ran a 1/2 marathon and I decided to stay behind, because we were not sure how our son would do with a long drive squished in the small back seat of his car. (My mom-mobile is still at the dealership. I'll be lucky to get it tomorrow.) So, the kids and I stayed home. We watched cartoons. We made a photo book online from our trip to Paris and Germany for Christmas - my husband is from Germany, so it was a trip home with a layover. Not as exotic as it sounds actually.
Anyway, after cleaning out the guest closet, I was putting away some glasses and found a bit of a Magic Eraser. By the way, in case you care: The guest closet is one of those metal bar things with a covering that we haul up to the guest room -err playroom- and down to the basement for the rest of the year. My sister-in-law is visiting us for Easter from Munich and I am pretty sure that she does not want any errant toys playing with her shoes and clothes.
Back to the Magic Eraser bit, I found this shriveled up little half bit of it and decided to finally erase the red crayon. Our youngest is 5. Way past the age of wall decorating. After dousing it in cool water from the faucet, I gently, yet firmly, rubbed away the years old decoration. It is sad to see it somewhat gone -the eraser disappeared before I finished the job. There is still quite a bit left and I am seriously thinking of leaving a four inch by four inch square to remember the joyful look on my son's face when he completed the art work. I remember that I was not angry or annoyed when he did it. I had remembered decorating my parent's wallpaper at that time in my life. My parents were not so excited about my artistic expression. I, however, found it intriguing and was not running to lose it.
Here's a little firework inspired song. (Love that Katy Perry!)
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