Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Art for Dummies
For Max, one of the highlights of Andrew's birthday party last week was playing in the mock grocery store at the Children's Museum. Since then, Max has been fixated on grocery stores, even incorporating grocery imagery into some of his artwork. I saved the colorful floor plan he drew of a produce section. Another drawing was floating around the kitchen with dozens of other pages of construction paper. It was a more adventurous composition, with stairs, walls and check-out lines, juxtposed in varying perspectives, augmenting the all-important produce section.
Yesterday, I was earnestly trying to find an activity that would engage Max for a few minutes. I wondered whether he might get excited about creating various sized circles with different hole punches. To demonstrate, I grabbed a piece of orange construction paper and stamped out several holes. Max took the paper from my hand. Working to manipulate the paper into the hole punch groove, he turned the paper over and spied his picture of a grocery store, now pocked with five round scars.
"Mommy, you ruined my picture!" Max wailed. If it had been a Picasso, I don't think I could have felt any worse.
I did my best to salvage Max's masterpiece, carefully taping the holes from the back so that the adhesive wouldn't show. I held the picture up for his appraisal. "Look! I've fixed your picture." Max scalded me with his eyes.
"You're holding it upside down, mommy."
Yesterday, I was earnestly trying to find an activity that would engage Max for a few minutes. I wondered whether he might get excited about creating various sized circles with different hole punches. To demonstrate, I grabbed a piece of orange construction paper and stamped out several holes. Max took the paper from my hand. Working to manipulate the paper into the hole punch groove, he turned the paper over and spied his picture of a grocery store, now pocked with five round scars.
"Mommy, you ruined my picture!" Max wailed. If it had been a Picasso, I don't think I could have felt any worse.
I did my best to salvage Max's masterpiece, carefully taping the holes from the back so that the adhesive wouldn't show. I held the picture up for his appraisal. "Look! I've fixed your picture." Max scalded me with his eyes.
"You're holding it upside down, mommy."
1 Comments:
Can't archive everything...except the memories. Great story!
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