I asked these nine year old girls to pose for me. They were very good friends and their play was innocent, lively, full of joy and carefree exuberance and laughter. This was not a pose I had envisioned, but when they clutched each other's hands and ran in circles--a perfect children's tondo and rondeau--completely unaware of my presence, I watched their frivolity with wistful delight, remembering that completely unrestrained childhood fun.
I asked these nine year old girls to pose for me. They were very good friends and their play was innocent, lively, full of joy and carefree exuberance and laughter. This was not a pose I had envisioned, but when they clutched each other's hands and ran in circles--a perfect children's tondo and rondeau--completely unaware of my presence, I watched their frivolity with wistful delight, remembering that completely unrestrained childhood fun.
This was the painting I was looking for.