The red sand hut is a cross between a shanty town in South Africa and a Norman Rockwell painting. It is what happens when you mix brothers, sisters, and friends old and new, and you give them an afternoon of device-free down time. They built the hut into the side of a Mesa with scraps of lumber, drift wood, and old metal. Then they defended it with stick swords and metal trash can shields. As I painted this, I loved playing with the lost edges between the kids skin and the red dirt. It seems that if their skin and the dirt weren’t the same color when the day started, they became more and more so as the afternoon passed on.