Growing up, I spent every Sunday afternoon with my grandmother, Nan. She was the fun one, the grandparent who let us dress up in her clothes, always read to us, told us stories of her childhood, and drove us to the ‘five and dime’ to spend a nickle on anything we wanted. She made real taffy, and we had taffy pulls until the taffy was glistening. One of Nan’s favorite books was a picture book of Norman Rockwell illustrations. I loved that book, and we often looked through it together, talking about the pictures. Walking into Nan’s apartment hung a picture of ‘Girl Before a Mirror’ by Picasso. As a child I thought this was strange. Little did that I know how it would shape my thinking and teaching. Nan had all sorts of pictures hanging in her apartment. The one that struck me the most was ‘Leaving Home’ by…
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“It took me a lifetime to learn to draw like a child.” -Pablo Picasso-
When I brought the children to see the Art Show this week, the first words were from a child, Allie. She said, “This is beautiful!” She was right.
I was able to be with each child in front of their art masterpiece. This was ‘the moment’, as if they were seeing their art in a museum. Hard work and heart needs to be recognized, especially with young children. After all, growing children is like growing flowers; planting a seed and nurturing. Art was the seed, and teaching was the nurturing. A little water (tools) and sunshine (words) made all the difference.
Aaryan chose to paint Large Blue Horses, by Franz Marc. Avery chose to paint the Mona Lisa, and Parker was inspired by Wassily Kandinsky. Rowan…
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