Refrigerator Art

I’m not certain how this happened, but somehow the household refrigerator has become a repository for the works of nearly all budding artists.  To point, every house I visit displays, on the resident refrigerator, crayon drawings or finger paintings produced by children related in some manner to the occupants of the house.

Last week, I traveled from Butte to Helena in a vehicle along with my nephew’s two daughters.  One of the girls had brought along several coloring books and an assortment of colored pens, pencils, and markers.

Naturally, I asked if I could color something from one of the books.  As we wended our way through the mountains separating the two cities, I colored away using some plump markers that smelled like various fruits associated with their colors.  Yellow was banana scented.  Red smelled of strawberries. 

Once I finished with my coloring, I jotted down my name and then added my age (which seems important for such art).

Yesterday, I discovered that my art had somehow landed on my sister’s refrigerator.

Today, I proudly share my coloring with everyone.

 --Mitchell Hegman