In an effort to share some art-history fun with Ingrid, last week, I'd suggested we create our unique versions of Van Gogh's Starry Night.

"Isn't Van Gogh the weirdo who sliced his ear off?" my 7-year-old friend asked.

"Er..."  .

"He is, Debbie!  My mom has this big book about Van Gogh at home and I read it.  He was in some kinda prison, I think.  And he sliced his ear off!"

Well, so much for gaeity.

"I take it that we're not making our own versions of Starry Night, then?" I asked her.

"Nuh-uh.  I wanna make a turkey."

"Sounds good to me."

And we were off.  We took the long route, too, as opposed to the traditional (and ever crappy) hand-tracing "technique"-- blech.  I was all about diligence and creativity while Ingrid desired "pretty", and together we designed, developed and detailed two turkeys with a variety of media, endless colors and many-a-clipping. 

Ingrid sprinkled loads of glitter onto her feathery friend-- her final touches.  And when she was all done, Starry Turkey (a blending of Starry Night and the Thanksgiving turkey) was born:


                    Starry Turkey


Happy Thanksgiving, all!