We really love to paint around here. I don't just mean that we have the standard preschool easel with paints (although we do), or even finger paints or watercolor. I mean making "real" art.
It all started when Jor Man was three-years-old. Big Dad wanted something special to put over the mantel letting everyone know that we are Christians. I got an idea for a painting of Jesus, in three parts: two hands and his head, on the cross. I sketched it out, and bought the canvases and the paint.
Then, having sketched it in pencil on the canvases, I began to paint while baby Campster was asleep. Jor Man noticed and wanted to "help". I gulped. I didn't really want his help, because I wanted the painting to be "good". Well, he was so excited about painting, that I decided to try it. But I explained to him that I wanted it to be a certain way, and I might "fix" a few things.
Our painting together was great fun. We painted for several days and it turned out just like I wanted. Big Dad was so happy with it.
So we went to Michael's and got a canvas and acrylic paints. I sketched the three kids from photos. We'd already begun painting before I realized that it would be fun to document it.
One of the best things we learned is that for an artist there is no such thing as a mistake, only an opportunity! Learning to have a good attitude is, I think, more important than learning technique. With a good attitude, technique will follow. But with a bad attitude, technique is really wasted.
I think it is fun for kids to paint in the standard "school" ways that we think about kids painting. But it is really fun, engaging and meaningful for them to be a part of "real" art. Something that hangs on your wall for years, not just on your frig for a few weeks.
When I was little, my mom had an entire wall in our kitchen designated as the art wall. She hung up our very nicest works of art and kept them there. In fact, one of my drawings is still on her frig. Really.
Wish you were here!