Look at these slender will'o'the'wisp pigtails, dependent on many little clips and rubberbands for mere existence. (All purple, of course.)
On the spectrum of expression, E has crossed the line from literal to colloquial. To artistic. To knowing enough rules to be able to play with the rules.
That is, as pertains to language arts. What is so interesting is that during this leap, she's achieved the ability to go in exactly the opposite direction in the visual arts. And that's a remarkable growth. She's just left the realm of non-representational for representational. Actually recognizable representational. Scribbles that were interchangeable are beginning to have meaning.
Then she said: now I'm going to draw a spider! Look!
He's a little squashy looking, a little like the Cliff's Notes version of the sun drawing, but I love him. I think it's safe to say I've never loved a spider more. The intent was there, and the process, and those are hallmarks of all the great post-Modernists.
Realism died between Manet and Turner over 150 years ago. It might be time to start exposing E to art in a formal manner. We can give her a general loose tour of the evolution of realism to abstraction by going downtown to the National Gallery. And we can walk through the sculpture garden to visit Louise Bourgeois' Spider. I think Louise would really like that little drawing up there.