The soon to be 4 year old twin grand-girls were laboring away at their art center. Our blondie was filling letter sized sheets of paper with impromptu geometric designs in a variety of pastels while the red-head seemed to favor only her black water colors.
My wife, a former art teacher, stood and watched for a few minutes then asked L’il Red, “Are you sad?”
“Then why is everything black.”
“Because, Grandma, It’s a picture of a stormy night.”
I’m not certain that Claude Monet started this way but could be.