a study in confinement

This is what happens when you tell a boy that he can't leave his room because you're painting. He leaves the room anyway, but you give him a roll of painter's tape to occupy him for a few moments. I'm afraid to enter his room now. All I know is he kept sneaking out to fill up a can with water. There's no telling where all that water is now. It's just water, right?




And notice the lovely brown pheasant chair situated behind the boy to the right? That'll be slipcovered, once I can learn how to make a slipcover.