haunted...
I'd like to be really serious for a moment... and I probably should be given what I'm about to show you but I'm having a bit of a hard time not giggling at K's similarity to me...
K made a dark piece of art... actually she made a series of three dark pieces.
dark. brooding. gothic.
for a 6 year old...
no, not
a 6 year old... for anyone really...
and I know I should be really serious here and wonder and worry what brought these dark thoughts into her mind... what brought them from her mind to the surface of these pages...
Pretty self explanatory right? The black garden... a garden full of black flowers and grass with a raven soaring overhead... interesting but I didn't ask her what it meant... sometimes a picture is just a picture...
"The Blood Garden"
Um... yeah. That's what it says... the haunted man... my daughter is 6... No, I don't let her watch horror movies... but she is a really big fan of Scooby Doo... I studied the picture carefully not sure whether I should laugh, cry or worry... I decided on none of the above...
CamiKaos: Wow, this is a really good picture.
KKaos: Thanks, did I spell it right?
CK: Yes, it's perfect. Really good job... do you want to tell me what's going on in it?
KK: It's just the haunted man mama.
CK: Just the haunted man? wanna tell me about him?
She proceeded to spin me the tale of a man who was haunted in life only to be cursed in death by becoming a vampire.
Haunted in life. Cursed in death.
Her words. Quite eloquent really.
I think I'm raising a horror novelist.