I've always focused on Mom's art here. I think it's time to show you a little of my Dad's work too.
He was a bricklayer by trade, a hardworking man until he retired. It drove Mom crazy sometimes, with him underfoot all the time. When it got to be too much, she would tell him to "Go downstairs!". He would head off, laughing as he went. He didn't mind it one bit. For one thing, it was the warmest place in the house, since they heated with a little woodstove in the basement. He appreciated the warmth, I think, after all those years working out in the elements. He found things to keep himself busy down there.
One of his favorite things was whittling these little dancing men out of pieces of kindling.
No two were exactly alike.
This one was tall and thin, and had non-jointed arms. I like that there is still a bend at the elbow though.
This one was short and fat, with jointed arms.
They both have jointed knees.
You can see the nails sticking out of the tops of their heads. They were designed to be tied to a stick (which he also whittled), then you could make them dance. Their legs and arms would fly wildly. Very entertaining.
Dad made them and put them together, but Mom painted the faces.
They are among my most prized possessions.