8x6" oil on canvas, SOLD
The Caped Crusader will always hold a special place in my heart. At four years old, my son, Zac, believed he was Bat-Man and his father and I just hung out in the Bat-Cave with him protecting his secret identity. Oh, and interpreting the Bat-Signals that came in regularly from Gotham City (after all, he was only four and decoding signals was not in his bag of Bat-Tricks. Yet.) And then came his baby sister, Cameron. Not really part of the story line in his four year old version of life but what can you do? After a bit of skepticism about her arrival in the Bat-Cave and months of confusion and worry that she would blow his cover with the likes of the Penguin and the Joker, she did what any good little side-kick would do. She made certain that the very first word uttered from her tiny baby lips won over the guy in the black cape (with the cool toys). Her first word was, of course "Batman". Not Mama. Not Daddy. But Batman. True story.
