well actually they are just slightly rust colored now.  The batch of henna I mixed up and aged on the bathroom windowsill overnight was just a bit stronger than the last.

My hair came out well.  It’s a high powered auburn which will lose it’s voltage gradually over the coming weeks.

My hands will be their normal color after my next shower tonight.

One of the DVDs I rented last night is My Kid Could Paint That.   It was about four year old girl, Marla Olmstead, who became a world famous abstract artist within a year.  That same year 60 minutes did some sort of expose, and her career nosedived.  Her parents and supporters retaliated with a DVD of her doing a painting from start to finish.  She’s 6 now, and her paintings sell for 25 grand.

It was fascinating to watch how her parents react to the media attention.  The father is very comfortable with it.  This probably  caused all the trouble, because he’s also a bit of a painter himself.  He was more or less accused of touching up his daughter’s work. 

The mom looks like she’d wished it all had never happened. 

Marla is charming.

This movie is less about her and her art, and more about grownups and what we do.

See this.  I would love to hear what you have to say about it.