The Kitchen Table
By Jessie
The kitchen table in my house is probably older than my mom. Her parents had it before we did and my mother had almost every single birthday there as a kid. When my grandparents gave mom the table, My brother and I also made many memories on it. Countless art projects and science experiments have all taken place on that table. Every meal and special occasion kind of blend together, but the scents and colors of the painting are especially clear.
Acrylic paints have a strong smell, and the paint always gets somewhere it's not supposed to, but there're so many spills that have taken place here that it doesn't really matter. There is paint all over everyone's hands and it's a miracle any of it actually got on the canvas. No one is bothering to keep everything neat so you don't have to clean it up later.
Someone messed up what they were making, or the paint started running in one spot and more paint has to be used to fix it. Kids are starting to finish up, and asking people to look at what they did, asking if it's good, and adding yet more paint. The paintings aren't of anything in particular, everyone's just having fun.
The finished works of art are put aside to dry. It's cleanup time. Some of the paint can be wiped off, other paint has dried and has to be peeled off. Brushes are being cleaned and, hands are being washed. Clothes have probably been stained, but it's not really a big deal.
Now that the table has been cleared off, it's time for dinner to be put out on the freshly stained table. Yet another mess to made, and be cleaned up only for another be made again. This cycle has continued for years, and will for years to come.
Acrylic paints have a strong smell, and the paint always gets somewhere it's not supposed to, but there're so many spills that have taken place here that it doesn't really matter. There is paint all over everyone's hands and it's a miracle any of it actually got on the canvas. No one is bothering to keep everything neat so you don't have to clean it up later.
Someone messed up what they were making, or the paint started running in one spot and more paint has to be used to fix it. Kids are starting to finish up, and asking people to look at what they did, asking if it's good, and adding yet more paint. The paintings aren't of anything in particular, everyone's just having fun.
The finished works of art are put aside to dry. It's cleanup time. Some of the paint can be wiped off, other paint has dried and has to be peeled off. Brushes are being cleaned and, hands are being washed. Clothes have probably been stained, but it's not really a big deal.
Now that the table has been cleared off, it's time for dinner to be put out on the freshly stained table. Yet another mess to made, and be cleaned up only for another be made again. This cycle has continued for years, and will for years to come.