This is what I feel like at the end of Big Draw Day Six. Today we trashed a museum with the help of too many children and too few helpers. The room was carpeted, with hessian on the walls which were hung with old masters, some unframed. The kids were manic with a capital K pouring ink into paint into water into paste and stirring with felt pens. They spilt goo on the carpets and their clothes, trod oil bar into the floor and smear it up the walls. The proper painting on the walls had a narrow escape. Needless to say the kids had a blast.
With wisdom beyond their years they realise that the process is all and quite happily walk away leaving all their chaotic, paint splattered artwork behind and toilet washbasins to match.
Despite this, it was a fabulous experience that I wouldn't have missed for anything. We filled the more civilsed part of the museum with all our drawing safety pinned together and draped over both sides of the banisters. Here is a small selection.
Hope you've enjoyed coming on this journey with me. I've certainly enjoyed having you here.