what i love about pummie:
whenever he paints me a picture, he stops, looks at it, and beams with pride. then he looks up at me, and always says the same thing-
"mom, i made this for you. do you want to go inside it?"
and i invariably say yes
and pretend to jump into his work.
i love that his landscapes are so real to him. i love that he believes in himself. i love that the page could just be a big blur of blue, and he still invites me to take a little trip inside. every time.
