My Art Gallery

As I sit here writing this I am facing a wall in my office. The wall is covered end to end with the twins' art work. It is displayed proudly throughout the house, but this is my gallery. Some pieces are laminated, while others have slight tears. Some are hand drawn while others are decorated with stickers and pictures cut from a magazine. There are apple trees made out of Fruity Cheerios, a Christmas tree made entirely from green hand prints and rockets zooming to space with pictures of the kids as pilots.

I think of the famous art galleries here in America and those abroad.... The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City....The Louvre in Paris......The National Gallery in London. Each of these great buildings house pictures and sculpture worth billions. Art from the masters, DaVinci, van Gogh, Renoir, Monet.......... did their mothers collect their early original works? Were they proudly displayed on the walls of their homes? Did their parents have any inclination that their child was gifted and would one day be considered infamous?

Some of the pieces in our gallery were conceived on our kitchen table, while others came home from school. Some were done with mommy's help while others are totally independent. Some are colorful and discernible......others scribbled and definitely abstract. Some of the pictures were drawn on scraps of paper with markers that were nearly dried out and others are painted on real canvas. These are my Masterpieces. The Twins are my Masters. These works of art hold no value, but to me each one is priceless.