Imagine: a child in a nice, clean living room, wielding a paintbrush like it’s a sword. An array of vibrant paints are strewn across his desk. With each swing, he creates textured strokes across the page and onto the desk itself. He’s gleefully oblivious to the paint splashing all around him. Next, he grabs a bottle of paint and pours it on the page, then mashes his hand into the giant puddle.
Really beautiful. I love the second easel as well. He's a lucky kid. :)